Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 14

But she had no time to ponder it deeply. She called out, "Mr. Jarrett..." She wanted to ask him about the marriage certificate.

His cold eyes shifted toward her. "Yes?"

Clara's back went rigid, and suddenly the words caught in her throat. It was a mix of apprehension and fear.

She thought to herself.

The marriage certificate was probably just an error. There was no need to bring it up and cause trouble for herself, making him think she was trying to get his attention.

Never mind.

She didn't want to create unnecessary complications before leaving.

"N-nothing... Just wanted to say, looking forward to our cooperation."

She offered a forced smile.

Dominic stared at her sweet smile, spacing out for a few seconds.

"Yes... looking forward to it."

Clara left.

The door to the private room clicked shut.

Dominic was slow to withdraw his gaze, his dark eyes unfathomably deep. He lit a cigarette and took a heavy drag, his cheeks hollowing.

Standing to the side, Toby's mind was in turmoil.

He had been with his boss for at least five years, yet he still couldn't decipher his thoughts, let alone what he currently felt about Clara.

"Mr. Jarrett, I think this Clara Vance is highly likely a ploy by Lowell Industries to confuse you."

After all, trading a woman for a project saved both money and effort.

Dominic narrowed his eyes, offering no reply. He suddenly crushed the cigarette and leaned toward the chair Clara had just vacated, picking up a hair tie she had dropped.

It was pale pink.

Adorned with a miniature, cute bunny.

He clenched it unconsciously, murmuring, "What you said is certainly possible. Her appearance could be imitated, and perhaps her allergens could be dug up from hospital records. But... her preferences? How would they know that?"

Toby was momentarily speechless.

Noticing the pale pink hair tie in his boss's hand, his brow twitched again.

If memory served right, Sarah's favorite color was also pink; she had bought countless pink hair ties in the past.

Suppressing his shock, he looked at his boss. "Should I investigate Ms. Vance, Mr. Jarrett... But, if Ms. Vance really is Ms. West, why would she hide it from you?"

Yes, why hide it.

Dominic couldn't figure it out either.

He gripped the hair tie tightly, his brows furrowing.

...

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify