Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 103

Julian's brow twitched violently.

His first instinct was sheer panic that she would get burned by the licking flames.

He strode over quickly to stop her.

"Clara! What are you doing? Step away from the fire!"

Hearing his voice, Clara's body stiffened in a near-instinctive trauma response, a numb, lingering ache blooming in her chest...

She bit her lip hard to stop her body from trembling.

She had no idea why he was back so suddenly. Without turning around, she continued to burn the items in her hands. Right in front of him, she tossed the jade bracelet he had gifted her straight into the flames...

Julian watched in stunned disbelief as the bracelet disappeared into the fire.

She used to cherish that bracelet more than anything.

Why would she...

"Clara..." His voice came out hoarse as he walked over and crouched beside her. "What... are you burning..."

He convinced himself he was seeing things.

Illuminated by the firelight, Clara's eyes were still swollen and bloodshot. She let out a hollow laugh. "Nothing. Just some trash I don't want anymore..."

Julian felt as if he was suffocating, a heavy lump forming in his throat. He looked at the roaring flames, then back at the fragile girl beside him...

He would have to be an absolute fool not to realize how furious she truly was this time.

"I'm sorry..." He leaned in close, taking on an incredibly intimate posture as he murmured near her ear. "I was wrong about what happened today."

"It doesn't matter that you burned all these things. Just treat it as venting your anger. I'll buy you new ones later, even better ones. Or you can take your anger out on me. Hit me, curse at me, whatever you want..."

Clara listened in a daze.

He was actually saying he would buy her new things...

Ha, was he still trying to play her?

She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with a soul-crushing despair.

Yet the man looked entirely serious, not as if he were lying at all.

It was as if all the gifts he had given her before were actually genuine!

What a spectacular actor.

Clara forced a faint smile, deciding to play along.

"Sure..."

Let him buy them. Fake or real, it didn't matter anymore.

After all, she would be leaving in a few days anyway. At most, she would stay in Capital City until the preliminaries were over.

"Welcome back, sir..."

She cast a worried glance toward the upstairs bedroom and lowered her voice.

"Ms. Vance is in a terrible mood. Before you got here, she was crying for a long time. You really need to comfort her properly, or she might just pack up and leave..."

Leave...

The word made Julian incredibly uncomfortable. In his mind, Clara would never, ever leave him.

Irritated, he loosened his suit jacket, gave a vague hum of acknowledgment, and headed upstairs. He knocked lightly on the bedroom door. "Clara?"

She didn't answer.

Julian's jaw tightened. "If you don't say anything, I'm coming in..."

"Don't!"

Clara's tone was icy. "I'm exhausted. I'm already in bed."

Julian's hand froze on the doorknob.

Before today, whenever he came home, she would happily run downstairs to greet him, tell him what was for dinner, and cling to him, wanting to spend time together...

This was the first time she had actively rejected him.

As proud as Julian was, he didn't force the issue. He simply told her to get some rest and walked back downstairs.