Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 132

"Exactly, earlier in the main house, she was pulling all sorts of tricks to trip Ms. Vance up."

"..."

Every single word drifted right into Seraphina's ears.

She tightly pursed her pale lips, her body trembling. Finally unable to withstand the scrutinizing gazes of those people, she fled the scene as if escaping...

She never expected that in her entire life, she would face such a humiliating day!

And it was a defeat at the hands of Clara, the person she looked down upon the most...

No! She couldn't accept it!

...

Everything gradually returned to peace.

Hearing Seraphina's fleeing footsteps, Clara glanced back and coldly twitched the corners of her lips.

Unexpectedly, as her gaze swept past the tea pavilion, she met Dominic Jarrett's deep stare. It was like a thick, dark mist laced with fire... intense.

Clara paused, her expression freezing slightly. Suddenly feeling the embarrassment of being caught, she lowered her head and turned to leave...

Yet that gaze from behind continued to follow her like a shadow...

In the tea pavilion.

Dominic watched her leave. Recalling her embarrassed little expression just now, as well as the petty tricks she used to put Seraphina in her place, he couldn't help but smile...

It was a kind of delight that he himself hadn't even realized.

...

After leaving the area near the tea pavilion, it was still early, so Clara wasn't in a hurry to return to the main house. She strolled around.

Looking at the Wintersweet Arboretum in the distance, now reduced to ashes by the fire...

Her eyes couldn't help but be tinged with sorrow...

Phoebe's emotional trauma—wasn't it a reflection of her own failed relationship with Julian Lowell?

There was no comparison of who was more miserable; those hurt were ultimately just pitiful women.

Why were men all so cold-hearted and fickle?

Was loyalty really that difficult for them?

Clara stared until her eyes grew sore before she finally withdrew her gaze and walked toward the main house.

Seeing her, a servant said gently, "Ms. Vance, you're back. I was just about to go call you. Dinner is ready, you can go eat now. Ms. Shaw and Mr. Jarrett have already headed over."

"Alright." Clara thanked her. Before going to the dining room, she went to the nearby restroom to wash her hands.

As she was washing.

The restroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Like a resounding slap, they struck Clara so hard that her face instantly drained of color.

It was deeply humiliating.

It stripped her of all dignity.

But who would pity the girl who was played for a fool back then?

At that time, she was only 22...

Clara clenched her palms tightly, turned her head to look at her, a trace of crimson edging her eyes. Before Seraphina could open her mouth again, Clara said coldly,

"Seraphina, there are some things I really can't be bothered to repeat to you over and over. I'll just tell you one thing now: be careful not to crash and burn. You've bet everything on one man. Be careful, or you'll drag yourself down with him and lose everything completely. You might end up even worse off than I am now!"

Seraphina was momentarily stunned, her face turning a bit pale.

Clara gave her a glance, said no more, and left.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped out, she ran into Dominic Jarrett. The man was dressed in a business suit, looking exceptionally noble. His Windsor knot was tied meticulously against his Adam's apple, exuding a refined, ascetic vibe...

He was looking at her.

Clara was startled, not expecting to run into him here again.

Moreover, did she just see him smile slightly?

Could he have overheard her conversation with Seraphina?