Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 116

The two had never hugged so intimately before.

Seeing that she didn't struggle and was being obedient, Julian's heart softened.

He actually didn't want to argue with her.

She was so obedient; deep down, he couldn't bear it.

"Clara, I apologize for what happened at the hospital last time. Don't be angry anymore, okay? And let's stop this cold war. Whatever you want, I'll compensate you."

"As for Dominic, I won't mention him again. But from now on, whatever you do, you must tell me truthfully, alright?"

"..."

He felt he had already made the biggest concession.

But Clara only found it laughable.

Why should she forgive someone who bullied her?

Also, when had he ever truthfully reported his itinerary to her... She always had to shamelessly pester his secretary for it!

Clara frowned, having absolutely no desire to talk to him about this, and struggled weakly.

"Let go of me first..."

Julian didn't let go; instead, he instinctively held her tighter.

He hadn't hugged her like this before. Hugging her today, he found it actually felt quite nice...

He chuckled, deliberately teasing her. "Promise me, and I'll let go."

"Julian!" How could there be such a person? Clara was furious, her cheeks flushing slightly from his actions.

Julian gave a low chuckle, hugged her once more, and then reluctantly released her. "Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore, don't be angry."

Clara stepped away from him, straightening her clothes. Under the crystal chandelier, as she bent over, her beautiful figure was fully displayed—narrow waist, long legs, a few stray locks of hair falling gently—she exuded a captivating allure...

Julian looked her up and down, involuntarily rubbing his fingers together. After a moment, he continued.

"By the way, there's one more thing. Sera is injured, so she probably can't participate in the Valentine's Day project. When you go to work tomorrow, help handle her part..."

Clara's movement of adjusting her sleeve paused.

So, the purpose of all those sweet words just now was this... to get her to clean up Seraphina's mess.

Clara took a deep breath, dropped her hand, and looked up at him. Suppressing the urge to slap him, she gritted her teeth, smiled, and agreed. "Fine, I understand..."

Right now, Isabella Gates was still pressing her.

She could only compromise.

Julian simply hung up the call, went upstairs to find her, and knocked on the door. "Clara."

No response.

He pressed the door handle, intending to go straight in like he had that morning.

However, the door was locked!

Julian's face darkened. No one had ever locked him out; Clara was the first...

He also had his pride.

He let go of the handle, didn't insist on going in, knocked on the door, and said, "Rest early. Let's let the matter with Dominic pass, alright... from now on, if you have anything, you can tell me."

Still no answer.

Julian pursed his lips, waited a few seconds, and walked away. Returning to his study, he directly called Zane Sutton.

He had just said the matter with Dominic was in the past, but how could it be in the past?

Clara was not for others to covet.

He didn't even realize his own paranoia.

He loosened his tie, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, the space between his handsome brows darker than the night outside...