Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 120

Could it be that he was going to come find Clara personally?

Clara was stunned, finding it quite bizarre, but on second thought, it was good not to go. She wouldn't have to be on pins and needles around him, and upon returning, she wouldn't have the headache of dealing with Julian.

It was for the best.

"Mm, got it. Go get back to work."

"Alright."

Nora left.

After a few seconds of silence, Clara also returned to her office, turned on her computer, and opened Seraphina's design drafts.

Looking at the jewelry designs on the screen.

Clara frowned.

To be honest, if these designs were put on the jewelry market, they would indeed be quite attractive.

Seraphina did have some level of skill.

But it was only "quite," overall, they still weren't good enough.

Clara leaned back in her chair, stared at the screen in thought for a moment, and began to make revisions.

Time was tight now. She had to present the drafts to Phoebe Shaw tonight, leaving her absolutely no time to bicker with Seraphina over it.

Revising designs was a demanding and exhausting task.

Once Clara started, she worked straight through the morning. Intermittently, several WeChat messages from Julian popped up. Feeling a bit annoyed, she replied that she was busy, closed WeChat, and continued to focus on drawing. This stretch of work kept her busy right up until noon, leaving her no time to even eat lunch.

It was at this moment that there was suddenly a knock on the office door. "Manager Vance."

Arthur.

Clara's hand paused on the mouse, and she frowned as she looked toward the door. "Come in."

The next moment, the door pushed open, and Arthur walked in carrying a lunchbox. Seeing she was still busy, he smiled and said, "Manager Vance, Mr. Lowell saw that you hadn't gone to eat, so he ordered lunch for you..."

Clara paused, looking at the lunchbox, her brow furrowing slightly... For a moment, she didn't know what to say...

Last year, when she was busy running around for projects, she was sometimes so swamped she only had time for one meal a day.

Back then, she had truly hoped he would show some concern, bring her lunch, or something.

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