CHAPTER 214: CHAPTER 214: IS SELLING YOUR HUSBAND FUN?

Florence Sinclair was momentarily stunned by the word "sister" from Jessica Zane.

Then she heard Jessica’s affectionate voice continuing.

"Rest assured, I will follow the rules you taught me and serve well inside. It’s because of you, sister, that men can’t stay away from you."

The men were originally in the bar for fun.

Hearing Jessica say this, and seeing Florence as unfamiliar, they immediately became interested.

"This sister is a new face, come, join us in our booth for a drink, we won’t treat you badly..."

Florence had never experienced such frivolity. Before the lecherous hand could touch her, she screamed.

"Don’t touch me, you filthy men!"

Her overreaction seemed like a game of desire and rejection to the men.

The man in the floral shirt didn’t stop; instead, he laughed as he advanced, "So we’re playing role-play now. Sister is in character in a second, nice, I’ll book you for tonight."

Florence was cornered in the hallway, facing several reaching hands, her face pale with fright, screaming repeatedly.

Finally, her cries drew the attention of people in the booth.

Miles Monroe was the first to step out, dismissing the men surrounding Florence.

Elias Langley followed closely, and as soon as he stepped out, the terrified Florence rushed over and held onto him.

Her whole body pressed tightly against his chest.

"Brother-in-law, that woman... they..."

She spoke incoherently, her voice choked with tears, as if she had never faced such a situation, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Jessica Zane was initially happy to see Elias but snorted when she saw Florence holding him like that.

"Just acting all aloof and noble in front of me, and then turning around to snuggle in your brother-in-law’s arms. Seems like a special kink."

"Brother-in-law, it was her, she made those men humiliate me."

The men who were drunk felt a little sober now and quickly explained, "You and this bitch called yourselves sisters, misleading us to think you work here, so we just wanted to talk with you, why accuse us falsely?"

Jessica had been prepared, raising her eyebrows, "Not my problem. I call everyone sister. Flies don’t sit on seamless eggs. If Miss Sinclair is misunderstood, she should find the reason within herself."

Florence was so enraged she couldn’t speak.

Miles looked at Elias Langley, leaving him to decide how to handle this.

Elias Langley, accustomed to handling matters discreetly, just raised his chin slightly, and Miles released the men.

He gently pushed Florence aside without saying anything else, "Shall Miles take you back to the Langley Residence?"

Florence looked at him, "Aren’t you going back with me?"

Elias glanced back at the booth, his gaze very subtle, "I can’t leave yet."

Seeing him acting so nonchalant, Florence felt an indescribable frustration welling up.

Even though he witnessed her humiliation, he chose to let it slide and allowed the other party to leave.

This bias and indifference were more heart-wrenching than Jessica’s obscene remarks.

"Then I’m leaving."

She held back and left with Miles.

At this moment, Jessica conveniently stepped forward, "Mr. Langley, I’ll accompany you."

Elias Langley wore an unfathomable smile as he opened the door to the booth, "Go open the wine."

Florence turned back to see Jessica happily entering the booth, feeling furious but unable to express it.

All of this was because of that idiot Leona Sheridan, inviting trouble!

And Juliana Jacobs, who stood by and did nothing after seeing everything!

If it weren’t for them, how would her brother-in-law be entangled with this woman?

Thinking about it, she took out her phone and messaged Victor Langley...

Juliana returned to the Langley Residence after working overtime.

Leona Sheridan was hiding in her room with a sore mouth and hadn’t come out, so no one gave her a hard time.

Jared Langley had prepared a midnight snack for her, but Juliana, still uneasy, declined.

Just as she entered her room and before she could turn on the light, she was pinned against the door, unable to move.

The man’s kiss carried a sense of punishment.

Juliana’s lips hurt from the kiss, and she pushed him away with effort.

Elias Langley bit lightly on her lower lip, then retreated slightly, but still trapped her between the door and him.

"Is selling your husband fun?" he asked.

Juliana shoved him, "Not only have you been drinking, but you also hugged two women, stay away from me."

Elias Langley loosened his tie with one hand, his voice emotionless, "Isn’t this what you wanted, pushing me to someone else?"

Juliana turned her head, "Isn’t this what you wanted? I’m just fulfilling your wish, what’s wrong with that?"

Seeing that she was really angry, Elias raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"One call from Florence, and you showed up at Leona Sheridan’s dinner party. You wanted to go, it wasn’t unavoidable."

At her words, Elias chuckled deeply and lowly.

"So, you pushed Jessica to me?"

Juliana looked away, "That night when we first had a fight, I slept on your sofa all night, and you didn’t come back."

The silence was so profound that you could hear the sound of the two breathing.

"About that..." Elias cleared his throat, "My fault, in the future, if I stay out all night, I’ll inform you."

Juliana bit her lip, "If it’s confidential, never mind, I don’t want to know."

Elias laughed and pulled her into a hug.

"If someone truly wants to cheat, you can’t prevent it. But if someone sincerely holds another in their heart, they’ll restrain themselves unconsciously; it’s instinct."

He spoke quite logically.

Evan Grant was secretly keeping Stella Windsor outside, and he did it, keeping it under wraps for four years.

Juliana calmly said, "I don’t want to speculate either. If you change your heart, just tell me directly; I won’t cling."

Elias tightened his embrace, resting his chin lightly on her hair, and after a moment of silence, he spoke in a steady tone that brooked no doubt, "I’ll remember those words, but you’ll never have the day to hear them."

He naturally changed the subject, his warm hand gently caressing her back. "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, spend it with me, okay?"

"Mid-Autumn?" Juliana looked momentarily dazed, "Oh, the reunion festival, it doesn’t mean much to me, I almost forgot."

"You won’t be alone anymore." Elias held her tighter.

...

This Mid-Autumn Festival, Florence, due to work obligations, had to stay in Kenton, so Victor Langley took the initiative to invite her to celebrate at the Langley Family’s place during breakfast.

"About yesterday, it was my wife’s oversight. If Old Mr. Sinclair holds it against us, I will personally visit Kingsbridge to apologize. I’ve already arranged for that young model to be sent away, so Miss Sinclair shouldn’t worry about it."

"Chairman Langley, during the days I’ve stayed at the Langley Residence, I’ve seen clearly that you and your wife are generous people. I won’t mention this to my grandfather. After all, family harmony is paramount, and I’ll leave it at that."

Victor Langley heard this, a smile of approval on his face, "Florence, you truly have a sense of propriety and the bigger picture. Old Mr. Sinclair taught you well; you are indeed a true noble lady."

Juliana observed their "courteous" conversation, a faint trace of mockery flickering beneath her eyes as tears slipped down her cheek.

Leona Sheridan stayed shut inside her bedroom as usual, though last night there was quite the argument between her and Victor Langley.

The fight was intense.

She’d thought of getting up to hear what was happening, but Elias Langley deemed that she had the energy to listen, holding her down on the bed instead...

Juliana had to work overtime today, and after cleaning up her thoughts, she quietly finished her breakfast, then got up and left.

"Juliana!" Jared Langley called to her, "There’s the Mid-Autumn family banquet tonight, come back early, I have... a gift for you."

Juliana did not respond and continued on her way out.

Frustrated with her coldness, Jared clenched his fingers and instructed the house staff, "Go upstairs now, move Miss Jacobs’ things to my room."

Elias Langley’s eyelid twitched.