CHAPTER 173: CHAPTER 173: MOVE BACK IN—LET’S LIVE TOGETHER AGAIN

After dinner, Juliana Jacobs was preparing to leave.

Elias Langley grabbed her hand, "Aren’t you going to come up for a bit?"

Juliana smiled faintly, "You want me to see your little friend in a sheer nightgown again?"

Elias couldn’t help but smile. He took her hand and walked out of the hotel.

He carefully fastened Juliana’s seatbelt, suddenly thought of something, and turned his head to ask, "Is the apartment you’re staying at yours?"

"No, Summer helped me rent it."

"You have some money, why not buy one?"

Elias leaned against the car door, his gaze falling on her face.

Juliana blinked, hesitating for two seconds before replying, "I’ll think about it when I truly want a home."

Elias pressed his lips together, said no more, and turned to the driver’s seat.

"I’m going back to Kingsford." He said.

Juliana looked at him, intending to ask why, but instead asked, "How long will you be gone?"

Elias smiled faintly, "If you don’t miss me, it’ll be a bit longer. If you do, it’ll be shorter."

Juliana laughed, not responding to his words.

The next morning, she went to Aetherflame.

Summer Shaw showed her an agreement.

"This is the collaboration agreement we just signed with Cryovault Titanium, it’s already notarized. In a few days, the teams from both sides will go to inspect the site and choose a factory location."

Owen Jacobs glanced through it, "You’re better at handling collaborations than I am. If you think it’s okay, then it is."

Summer Shaw put away the documents and reminded her, "Tomorrow night we’re hosting a business dinner with Cryovault to formally announce the collaboration. Remember to report it to your President Langley and attend on time."

Juliana smiled as she stood up, "He’s going back to Kingsford today, so I’ll be completely free tomorrow night."

Summer Shaw laughed, "Oh, is he reporting to you now?"

Juliana smiled slyly, "You bet, before he left yesterday, he even contacted a cake shop and arranged for them to deliver desserts to me every evening so I don’t go hungry when I’m busy with work."

Summer Shaw felt happy for her, "If he can think of such little things, then you have found the right person."

Juliana didn’t respond and walked out of the office, the smile on her face subtly reaching her eyes.

The feeling Elias gave her was just right and comfortable.

It wasn’t the suffocating control of "I can give you everything" nor the superior attitude of wanting to turn you into a qualified Mrs. Langley.

What he gave was just a sense of ease.

This was exactly what she wanted.

...

Meanwhile, at the Langley Residence.

Leona Sheridan held Isabelle Sinclair’s hand and said to Elias Langley, "You can rest assured, Isabelle can stay here just like at her own home. When she comes to Kenton in the future, she mustn’t stay at a hotel anymore, just come home."

She deliberately emphasized the words "come home" with extra warmth.

"I hope I’m not imposing on you, Mrs. Langley. My brother-in-law worries about me staying alone at hotels, so he insisted I choose between coming home or staying with you. Since I haven’t finished my project yet, I couldn’t go back, so I had to inconvenience you."

Isabelle Sinclair’s lips curved in a polite smile, as she gently withdrew her hand, nodding slightly, giving Mrs. Langley enough face, yet subtly keeping her distance.

"How could it be an imposition? We’re more than happy to have you."

After saying this, Leona Sheridan looked at Elias Langley and said tactfully, "You can focus on your work; I will take care of her in every way possible."

Isabelle blushed at her words and lowered her head.

However, Elias did not respond to Leona’s matchmaking attempt. "She has a lively character; if she does anything inappropriate, please feel free to correct her."

"Brother-in-law..."

Isabelle playfully dragged out her words with a hint of affectionate complaint in her tone.

"...I’m the most well-behaved one."

Leona quickly added, "Your brother-in-law knows that; he just cares about you."

These words were music to Isabelle’s ears.

Just as she was about to coquettishly say more, Elias spoke coldly, "It was Mr. Sinclair who specifically called and said safety is paramount when away from home, so take care of yourself."

With that said, he turned and left.

Not even sparing Isabelle a glance after getting in the car.

The smile frozen on Isabelle’s face felt like a chisel grating against her heart.

Is it because of that woman that he no longer looks at her directly?

...

Juliana worked in the lab until the afternoon when Leona pulled her out with a phone call.

When she arrived at the hospital, Jared Langley was still in a rage.

Juliana glanced at his empty bedside table, thinking something must have been thrown.

Since his head injury, Jared had become emotional, a far cry from his previous calm and reserved demeanor.

Before she could speak, Leona was already sitting on the sofa saying, "Jared got hurt so badly because of you, yet you still can comfortably go about your worthless work. A man is your sky, your reliance! Since you’re his ’fiancée’, you should put everything about him first. Otherwise, how will you ever enter the Langley family?"

Juliana stood at the door and calmly responded, "Thank you, Mrs. Langley, for reminding me that I’m Jared’s ’fiancée’, so the most important thing right now is to help him recover quickly, remember the past so that everyone’s life can return to normal. Isn’t that right?"

Leona understood what she meant and, fearing Juliana might not cooperate, suppressed her inner displeasure, stood up, her tone regained its elegance but with an undertone of warning.

"Miss Jacobs is a smart person, best to stay that way. I’ll leave Jared to you; I hope some people will act in good conscience."

After teaching Juliana a lesson, she sensibly left.

Once the door was closed, the ward became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Juliana walked to the bedside and picked up a fallen phone from the edge of the bed.

The screen was already shattered, but Juliana asked nothing and placed it on the bedside table.

"You’re not happy?" Jared asked.

"You only have a memory disorder, not a drop in intelligence, so don’t use this trick to trouble me. Your mother can’t trap me."

Saying this, Juliana took out a box of medicine from the drawer to check if he’d taken his afternoon medication.

Hearing her words, Jared’s eyes, initially trying to seek sympathy, immediately calmed down.

"I don’t know why, but I have this feeling of gaining and losing you, and I want to see you every moment."

Juliana looked up at him, her gaze deep and meaningful.

"Have you ever wondered why you feel this insecurity?"

Jared’s brows immediately furrowed.

Followed by an overwhelming wave of pain crashing down.

He clutched his head.

Juliana’s gaze darkened for a moment as she placed her hand on his elbow.

"You saved me, I owe you a debt, but I was indeed too busy today to come see you. That’s my mistake."

Jared felt slightly better, but he was trying to find some care from her eyes while panting.

Yet in her eyes, there was nothing but anxiety and helplessness.

"The previous Jared was excellent, admirable, and with the current you..."

She poured him a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table.

"Am I a disappointment to you?" Jared asked.

Juliana merely smiled, offering no reply, "Here are your meds. Don’t forget to take them. Tomorrow there’s a company business dinner, I can’t come over, so please don’t act out."

Jared’s eyes dimmed; he only wanted her concern, but in her eyes, it was childish.

After saying this, Juliana was about to leave, when Jared suddenly called out after her.

"Don’t stay outside, come back home. I promise I’ll protect you in front of my mother."

Juliana was taken aback, "What?"

Jared frowned, "I know my mother took her anger out on you because of my hospitalization, forcing you to move out. I’ll recover into someone you like soon; move back in, let’s continue living together."