Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 136

Hearing this, he merely snorted coldly, "I indeed lacked a bit of understanding about her..."

She was nothing but a liar.

Saying she loved him, yet sneaking around with Dominic behind his back.

Her love was truly fed to the dogs!

And as for him toward her... Julian's eyes darkened. He said coldly, "I don't pay attention to her; I just feel guilty toward her. As for going to find her now, it's not what you think."

Arthur choked up for a second and found it hard to say anything more.

...

At the estate.

In the bedroom.

Clara still didn't know what she was about to face.

She pushed the door open and went in.

The living room was pitch black; the lights weren't on.

Clara fumbled for the light switch and turned it on, instantly bathing the room in a warm glow.

Exhausted, she walked to the sofa and sat down to rest.

After a busy day, all she wanted to do now was slump for a bit before getting up to take a shower.

Staying in a reclined position, she took off her jacket and set it aside.

Just then, the phone in her pocket buzzed.

Clara took it out to check.

There were a few unread messages from Julian. She ignored them and directly clicked on Leo Miller's profile picture:

[Clara, the matter regarding the quota might be trickier than I imagined, but I'll definitely give you an answer before the preliminaries begin.]

After reading it, Clara's head buzzed.

She wasn't dense. Even though Leo didn't say it explicitly, she understood that Julian was pulling strings behind the scenes.

He really knew how to make things difficult for her.

Was he forcing her to completely fall out with him and expose his affair with Seraphina?

Clara bit her lip.

But she also knew this wasn't Leo's fault, so she sent a few words to comfort him.

Because she was too focused,

She didn't even hear the faint noises coming from the en-suite bathroom in the bedroom...

After chatting with Leo for a while, Clara finally put away her phone, got up from the sofa, and headed toward the bedroom.

She just inexplicably felt that the tattoo was somewhat familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before...

She must be overthinking things!

Dominic pursed his lips. He gave her a glance, walked to the side of the bed, scooped up his outer coat, and put it on, his slender fingers fastening the buttons...

When he turned his head and saw that she was still standing there and hadn't left, he couldn't help but frown.

"How long do you plan to stay?"

Thinking of something, his expression darkened as he asked, "How did you get into this room? Who brought you in?"

With her temperament, she wasn't someone who would do such a thing.

Then it could only be someone else scheming against her.

Clara abruptly looked up. She had wanted to say the same thing. The moment she entered and saw him in the room, she realized something was wrong.

She said nervously, "Mr. Jarrett, I..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

The outer door was knocked upon, and a man's cold and deep voice slowly rang out, carrying an unquestionable suppressed rage.

"Clara, open the door."

Julian Lowell.