Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 115

Clara's eyes widened in shock, her expression turning ugly.

"You had me followed?"

So, she was admitting it?

Julian's chest felt heavy as he stepped closer to her.

"Why did you go looking for Dominic?"

"Didn't I say you're not allowed to see him again? Just hand the transition work over to your subordinates."

"Also, I don't understand, what exactly are you doing seeing him? Why couldn't you tell me this morning?"

"..."

Backed against the wall by his approach, Clara had nowhere left to retreat. Helplessly, she pushed against his chest.

But he kept closing in...

Clara was furious, not understanding why he was interrogating her like this.

These were things only lovers would care about, and were they lovers?

Clara gave a slight, mocking twitch of her lips, deliberately saying something to drive him away.

"Julian, I'm just living a normal life. You obsessing over Dominic like this... are you jealous?"

Sure enough, the next second.

Julian froze, his handsome face shifting through a myriad of expressions, his brows furrowing... clearly a sign of not being in love.

Clara's heart chilled another fraction. She let out a soft scoff and turned sideways to leave.

But he grabbed her wrist.

"Clara..."

Clara's eyelashes fluttered...

Julian's gaze was deep. The pad of his thumb rubbed against the skin of her wrist, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as if he wanted to say something.

Right at that moment.

A phone ringtone suddenly pierced the air.

A special ringtone.

Seraphina.

Clara pursed her lips, her heart instantly freezing to the absolute core. Expressionless, she pulled her hand back and turned to the bar counter to pour herself some water...

Julian curled his fingers, watching her leave. An ambiguous, inexplicable irritation flared in his chest...

Seraphina: "Alright then... thanks, Julian! Once I'm recovered, I'll go right back to work!"

Julian: "No rush. It's late, get some rest."

"..."

Leaning against the bar counter, Clara listened to their sickly-sweet conversation, her lips curling in a mocking smile.

Sure enough, the favored one always feels secure!

Seraphina hadn't expected the call to end so soon; she still wanted to ask about the competition slot.

"Julian..."

Julian simply hung up.

He put his phone back in his pocket and looked at the woman leaning against the bar.

The room was warm, so she had taken off her coat when she came in. Right now, she was only wearing a fitted knit top underneath. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders as she leaned there, her eyes lowered, looking very soft and docile...

Actually, this side of Clara was very alluring to men...

At least right now, Julian really wanted to hug her, and so he did. He walked up, wrapped his arms around her slender, soft waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and softly called out, "Clara..."

Clara, lost in thought, hadn't heard him approach. Caught off guard by the hug, she stiffened.