Elias Langley’s inquisitive gaze fell upon her face.
Hasn’t she already regained her mory?
Why doesn’t she rember what Sebastian gave her?
Seeing her expression, which didn’t seem feigned, he pondered for a mont before asking back, "Didn’t they tell you?"
Juliana Jacobs pursed her lips, trying to pull away from his embrace.
Elias held her even tighter.
"It’s a result of his research. If you don’t know, then don’t ask. After all, you’re not Helena, knowing this will only add unnecessary worries."
Juliana blinked, "So you know who hard him back then, right?"
"Juliana," Elias’ eyes darkened, "The roots of a big tree have already entangled the entire forest. To shake the trunk now will only bury you in leaves."
Juliana turned her head to look out the window, silent.
Elias thought she was dissatisfied with his answer and still considering a divorce. He imdiately turned her face back to him, refusing to let her evade.
"You can’t just... I chose Isabelle because I was confident I could save you. It was my greed, I chose the best of both worlds. I... I thought at the ti, no matter the outco, this ti, I would stay with you."
Perhaps he was too agitated, stumbling over his words, his thoughts incoherent.
Juliana had analyzed it calmly later; if he had chosen her, the kidnappers might not have released her easily, and both of them being held back could have hindered Elias.
"Juliana, no matter what you say, I won’t divorce, even if you abuse , I won’t leave."
This side of Elias, she had never seen before.
Juliana paused slightly, unable to maintain the forced indifference in her eyes. The corners of her mouth curved, and she couldn’t help but laugh again.
"I never thought about divorce. Why do you keep bringing it up?"
Elias was stunned for a mont, realizing instantly.
"... You were teasing ?"
A mixture of imnse relief and the embarrassnt of being teased enveloped him instantly.
He looked at her smiling face so close to him, those bright and charming eyes mischievous yet captivating.
Elias’ eyes deepened, capturing Juliana’s chin, bowing his head to kiss her still-smiling lips.
The kiss bore a hint of punishnt, yet at the touch of her lips, it transford into an irresistible indulgence.
As their breaths intertwined, Juliana’s hand around his neck felt his change, her emotions surging.
Was he going to take it further here?
But suddenly, his ardor ceased abruptly.
Juliana opened her eyes to see Elias, sweating profusely, and his face slightly pale.
Elias suppressed his heavy breathing, saying, "I want to satisfy my wife, but today, I really lack the strength."
"You..."
Juliana suddenly rembered his injured back, wondering if he should even be discharged at this ti?
"Take off your clothes, let see."
She said, reaching to unbutton him.
Elias hurriedly stopped her, "No, it’s stuck."
Juliana, angered, wanted to hit him but felt too sorry to do it. She turned her head and shouted to the driver’s seat, "Raine, to the hospital."
...
Elias’ burns on his back were appallingly serious; during the doctor’s treatnt, he wouldn’t let Juliana see.
Juliana didn’t insist, waiting outside the treatnt room.
This kidnapping incident couldn’t just end in her heart because Isabelle Sinclair was captured and four kidnappers were shot dead.
The events of fourteen years ago must be linked with the person nad Pang.
And what her father gave her was very important to Pang.
But she genuinely couldn’t recall those mories, couldn’t rember where it was.
Thinking of this, Juliana tapped her head.
"Juliana, are you not feeling well?" Raine asked.
Juliana looked up at her and suddenly asked, "Do you know Sebastian’s current condition?"
Raine was montarily stunned.
"Mr. Sinclair’s whereabouts are always top secret. Even those two adopted daughters of the Sinclair family haven’t seen him for years; all matters are personally handled by Elias’ most trusted secretary, and even Quinn and Zachary as secondary secretaries aren’t in contact with him."
This answer was within Juliana’s expectations. Given her father’s status, Elias Langley would naturally protect him impeccably.
Besides him, the only other person likely in the know would be Mrs. Sinclair.
Juliana walked to the window, gazing at the fountain in front of the outpatient building.
"You work by my side, but Elias Langley is like half your boss too. If one day, there’s a conflict of interest between him and , whose side will you stand on?"
This question instantly made Raine feel as though she’d been asked, "If your parents divorced, who would you choose?"
She curled her lips into a smile, "Juliana, both you and Mr. Langley have been incredibly kind to , but you... are closer to my heart."
Juliana’s eyes held a smile, her tone slightly admonishing, "Who taught you to be so slick?"
Raine laughed, rubbing the back of her head.
Juliana then drew back her smile, lowering her voice, "Help find out about Mr. Sinclair’s situation, but don’t let anyone know."
Raine was montarily surprised but nodded, "Okay, wait for my news."
As soon as she finished speaking, the treatnt room door opened.
The doctor erged first.
"The patient’s back burns are significant; strictly speaking, he should be hospitalized for anti-infection, rehydration, and standardized wound dressing treatnt. However, he insists on returning to Kingsford today, so I can only strongly advise at least an intravenous infusion of antibiotics and electrolyte solution to stabilize his condition before traveling."
Juliana didn’t hesitate, "Okay, please arrange it."
Thinking about how he insisted on being discharged with such injuries to find her, enduring for so long, her heart was filled with both annoyance and bitterness.
"Additionally," the doctor added, "it’s crucial to minimize back movent and friction to prevent the wounds from tearing again."
"Understood, I’ll take care of it." Juliana vowed solemnly.
The infusion was arranged in a private ward.
Elias lay on his stomach on the hospital bed, the most comfortable position for him.
Juliana held his IV drip, hoping the liquid might be warr through the heat of her palm.
Elias looked at her, his face brimming with smiles.
"Wifey..."
"Shut up!"
"...Okay."
At that mont, Juliana’s phone rang; it was Rosalind Linton calling.
"Juliana, co to Celestial Vista for lunch. Where are you? I’ll have Adrian pick you up."
Juliana glanced at Elias on the bed, agreeing, "I’ll head over myself later."
"Great, I’ll make a few dishes waiting for you," Rosalind joyfully ended the call.
Juliana put her phone into her bag and stood up.
Elias looked up, "Take with you."
Juliana gazed at him coldly, "The doctor advised you not to move; Raine will stay with you."
With that, she was about to leave.
Elias pulled her hand, "I’m your husband. When not in Kenton, fine, but I’m here, and I wasn’t invited. That’s impolite."
What a ridiculous logic.
But facing his imploring eyes, Juliana softened.
"Alright, after you finish the drip, we’ll go together."
Elias’ lips curved slightly upward.
Just as they were about to set off, Juliana’s phone rang again, this ti from an unknown number.
Juliana deliberately delayed for about ten seconds before answering.
It was Florence Sinclair’s voice that ca through the phone.
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