Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 253: The Only Mistress of the House

"Welcome, Mrs. Langley, to your official residence at Langley Residence."

His low voice carried a hint of barely noticeable sigh.

Juliana, feeling ticklish, shrank her neck and raised an eyebrow, "Sneaking in the middle of the night, is this what you call officially moving in?"

Elias chuckled, his lips almost brushing against her earlobe.

"It’s too late today, everyone is asleep. Tomorrow, I’ll make it up to you with a grand welcome ceremony, and we’ll celebrate for three days and nights."

His words made Juliana laugh, instantly dissolving her pretense of toughness.

"Forget the welcome ceremony, let’s have a farewell one instead. This place is so quiet, I might as well take over and kick you out."

"That won’t do."

Elias’s arms gradually tightened, making her more acutely feel his change.

"The nest can be handed over, but how can the lady manage without a dedicated servant by her side."

Juliana blushed uncontrollably, her voice trembling as she said, "Let me go, I don’t want to."

Elias didn’t let go.

"Little fox, deliberately ignoring my calls, making me want to fly to you immediately, and now you’re saying no. Say it again, do you want it or not?"

Before Juliana could open her mouth to respond, he had already lowered his head and locked her lips.

Just as Juliana’s consciousness was gradually becoming blurry, almost dragged into the abyss by him, Elias’s phone rang, abruptly tearing apart the romantic atmosphere in the room.

It was Mrs. Sinclair calling.

Elias quickly calmed his breathing, but still kept Juliana tightly embraced as he answered the call.

"Elias, are you back in Kingsford?" Mrs. Sinclair’s voice was tinged with exhaustion, "I want to talk to you about Isabelle."

"Master’s wife, not today."

"But Isabelle is still in the hospital, and she’s in a lot of pain..."

Mrs. Sinclair’s tone carried a mother’s anxiety.

Juliana pursed her lips and looked elsewhere.

Elias looked at the person in his arms, whose face was still flushed, and said more firmly: "Today is my wife’s first time home, I’m sorry."

There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

After a while, Mrs. Sinclair softly said, "Has she seen Helena’s memorial plaque?"

Juliana’s eyes flickered slightly.

Elias did not answer this question.

Mrs. Sinclair seemed to receive some sort of tacit understanding, and her tone deepened.

"You have to give our Sinclair family a good explanation for this matter."

With that, she hung up the phone.

Elias placed the phone back in its place, let out a barely audible sigh, and leaned down to continue the kiss that had been interrupted.

But Juliana turned her head away, placing her hand on his chest, her eyes clearing and filled with a hint of jealousy.

"You didn’t come back for me at all, it was because Isabelle got injured that you rushed back, wasn’t it?"

"No, it was because of you." Elias’s gaze held hers steadily.

"I don’t believe you."

Juliana tried to pull away from his embrace, with a woman’s unique blend of coquettishness and stubborn persistence.

Elias, seeing her like this, chuckled softly and didn’t offer up any more explanations. Instead, he scooped her up and headed towards the bathroom.

As he walked, he whispered in her ear, his warm breath continuing to tease at her nerves.

"Right now, nothing is more important than helping you take a bath. Soon, Mrs. Langley, you’ll know just how true my feelings are."

Juliana’s cheeks flushed with heat from his sudden actions and straightforward words.

The little bit of resentment she had felt earlier melted away completely under his forceful yet tender approach.

All she could do was bury her face in the crook of his neck, letting him carry her into the steamy, intimate atmosphere of the bathroom.

Juliana didn’t know how the night passed; she was exhausted but slept deeply.

The next morning, she woke up in Elias’s arms, feeling a sense of tranquil bliss.

She wanted to trace the man’s eyebrows, but Elias, eyes closed, caught her hand.

"Waking up with my wife every morning, what more could one ask for?"

Juliana tried to pull her hand back, but he opened his eyes and kissed her hand gently by his lips.

"Good morning, madam."

Juliana’s heart felt like it was being tickled by a feather, leaving her feeling tingly.

Her ears grew warm, but she didn’t pull her hand away, just whispered in response, "...Good morning."

After washing up, they went to the dining hall located in the east wing of the courtyard.

As the dishes were being set up, a middle-aged man with a steady demeanor approached with a smile and bowed slightly to Juliana.

"Good morning, madam. I’m the steward here, you can just call me Old Fay. If there’s anything you need around the house, feel free to let me know."

Juliana smiled and nodded.

Steward Fay then gestured to a simply dressed middle-aged couple standing nearby.

"This is Old Dalton and his wife Mrs. Dalton, who’s in charge of managing the garden. They’re responsible for the flowers, trees, and daily cleaning."

Mrs. Dalton smiled plainly and added along with Old Fay’s introduction, "Yes, sir usually doesn’t return for meals, so we just handle it casually. But if you, madam, have any special cravings, just give a word, and the chef will come right away."

Upon hearing this, Juliana paused momentarily with her spoon in midair, her poised smile fading away. She remained silent, simply keeping her eyes lowered at the porridge in her bowl.

Steward Fay’s expression changed, and he immediately reprimanded her, "Mrs. Dalton! What nonsense are you spouting! This is the madam, the only mistress of Langley Manor!"

"Yes, yes," Old Dalton chimed in quickly, sensing the tension, "she’s the lady of the house, we must address her as such."

Mrs. Dalton, startled by the scolding, looked somewhat aggrieved.

"But...but half a year ago, when Miss Sinclair’s memorial plaque was brought in, the steward also asked us to address her as ’mistress’... Now there are two ’mistresses’, how should we distinguish between them?"

Elias put down his chopsticks and placed a hand on Juliana’s shoulder, speaking with a quiet voice that made everyone hold their breath.

"Juliana is the sole mistress in this house. In my opinion, there is no such thing as male superiority; she and I are equals. Do you understand what I mean?"

Steward Fay quickly responded, "Understood, understood. Whether it’s you or madam who want to dine at home, the chef will always be ready."

Just then, a woman dressed in a white suit walked in.

"Sir, your strategic cooperation meeting with the head of the energy storage enterprises is scheduled in an hour."

Elias looked at her and said, "Last night when you and Quinn Shepherd were transitioning responsibilities, I forgot to tell you to reschedule all my meetings this morning."

The woman nodded and went out to make phone calls in the courtyard.

Seeing Juliana’s puzzled expression, Elias explained, "Her name is Zachary York, and she’ll be taking over Quinn Shepherd’s role from now on."

Juliana initially wanted to ask what happened to Quinn Shepherd, but on second thought, being reassigned must mean he had committed some unforgivable mistake, so she instead asked, "Why are you rescheduling the meeting?"

Elias smiled and asked, "Have you finished eating?"

Juliana nodded.

Elias stood up, "The morning’s time is reserved for my wife. Let’s go."

At the traditional medicine clinic, Juliana realized that she had taken the last pill the night before, and today he was taking her to adjust the prescription.

They directly entered the consulting room without needing to queue.

The consulting doctor looked exactly like the elder from Kenton who asserted she wouldn’t live past thirty.

Elias told her this doctor was the twin brother of that elder.

Looking at the room filled with pennants, perhaps this one’s medical skills were better than the other’s.

During the consultation, apart from the diagnosis process, this twin mostly criticized his older brother: rigid and inflexible since childhood, with the same meals three times a day, the epitome of an obsessive-compulsive.

After his rambling conclusion, the new prescription was ready too.

Just as they were about to leave the consulting room, Juliana couldn’t help herself and looked toward Elias, softly asking, "Will this medicine work?"

Before Elias could answer, the talkative doctor perked up and loudly said, "Girl, my brother is invincible, but the only one who can beat him is me. Rest assured and take the medicine, I guarantee you’ll live longer than him!"

He pointed at Elias.

"You’ll keep your word."

Elias left those words behind, taking Juliana out the door.

Afterward, he went to the pharmacy to get the medicine, leaving Juliana to sit behind the screen in the lobby and wait.

Juliana had just taken out her phone to handle some work when she heard a nurse call out, "Mrs. Sinclair, you’ve arrived."