Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 134

Her back was slender. She wore a small, form-fitting white cardigan on top. It wasn't some tacky design—it had a round neckline, and its hem covered her narrow waist. Yet, even so, it made one unable to resist taking a few extra glances.

She wasn't leaning against the back of her chair; she sat quietly and straight, showing great upbringing.

She was simply a feast for the eyes...

Seraphina watched silently.

If she wasn't mistaken, Dominic had looked at Clara several times...

Under the table, Seraphina's hands clenched a bit tighter unconsciously.

For the first time, she felt such a clear sense of crisis.

She always had a premonition that if Clara stayed in Capital City any longer, Julian might actually fall in love with her...

That absolutely could not happen!

...

Dinner concluded amid the sound of torrential rain pouring outside the window.

Phoebe glanced outside and said, "It's raining pretty heavily. Why don't you stay here for the night? We have guest rooms upstairs."

Clara also looked out the window; the rain was indeed heavy. "Alright, then we'll be troubling you, Ms. Shaw."

Seraphina, of course, had no objections either, her eyes turning gloomy. "Sorry to trouble you, Ms. Shaw."

"It's no trouble at all. I'll have the servants take you to the guest rooms shortly."

Phoebe smiled. She didn't say anything to Dominic. He was a grown man; whether he wanted to stay or leave, she didn't need to invite him, nor could she make him stay if he wanted to go.

Before leaving, she said to Clara, "Come with me to the study. I have some work matters to discuss with you."

Clara stood up and followed. "Alright."

The two left together, heading to the study upstairs.

Seraphina watched them ascend, resentment filling her exquisite face.

She was obviously the chief designer for this project, yet she wasn't even given the chance for a face-to-face discussion.

It wasn't until she heard the man in the dining room behind her get up from his chair, seemingly preparing to leave, that she snapped back to reality and looked at him.

In her sight, the man was tall and slender, his suit jacket draped loosely over his arm. He wore only a thin gray woolen sweater on top, its sleeves slightly rolled up to reveal strong forearms. His whole demeanor was refined and aloof...

This man, no matter how you looked at him, was an existence that did not lose out to Julian Lowell.

Clara had really scored!

Seraphina's gaze darkened for a moment. Then she stepped forward, asking somewhat nervously, "Mr. Jarrett, are you heading back?"

Dominic's footsteps paused. He looked at her coldly, and after a moment of silence, asked, "Is something the matter?"

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