Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 141

Seraphina froze...

Clara was also stunned...

But Julian didn't say anything more. After he finished speaking, he pulled her toward the Bentley.

Clara bit her lip, her mind racing, unable to break free at all.

But she soon figured it out.

Julian acting like this didn't mean he stopped caring about Seraphina; rather, he was starting to consider her feelings.

He probably wanted to discuss some things with her, things that were not convenient for Seraphina to hear. He was protecting her.

Clara's expression grew cold.

Walking to the car, Julian let go of her, walked around to the driver's side, opened the door, and bent down to get in. His superior proportions were striking even in the dark.

But Clara didn't even glance at him. Really not wanting to be too close, she walked straight to the rear door.

Unexpectedly, from inside the car, the man leaned over and opened the passenger door. His deep, dark eyes stared intently at her as he said in a low voice, "Clara, are you sure you want to make a scene with me here?"

Clara's breath hitched. In the end, she got into the front seat. While buckling her seatbelt, she asked him calmly, "What is it? Just say it..."

Julian gave her a look and drove off.

Seraphina stood in the cold wind, watching the Bentley speed away. Her small face turned pale, and she hugged herself, shivering from the cold.

She never expected it would end like this!

Not only did she fail to ruin Clara, but she also made Julian... Even he probably hadn't realized how his attitude toward Clara had changed!

He was so possessive.

Learning that Clara was with another man, he had rushed over immediately in the middle of the night.

Seraphina closed her eyes. The more she thought about it, the more foolish she felt. She didn't want to think about it anymore...

After a long while, she calmed down, took out her phone from her bag, and made a call. "Hello..."

Some things were hers in the past, and they must be hers now.

If Clara wanted to fight her for them.

Dominic's eyes darkened as he looked at the carved iron gates in the night. He clamped down on the cigarette butt with his teeth and finally said, "You're overthinking it."

Then he crushed the cigarette end, turned, and walked away. His tall, straight figure appeared cold and distant.

Phoebe smiled.

...

Meanwhile.

The Bentley was driving along the winding mountain road.

Outside the car, it was desolate and quiet.

Inside, it was the same.

After her initial question was met with silence, Clara didn't ask anything more.

She hugged her arms and leaned quietly against the seat back, looking at the night view outside the window... her eyes empty.

Julian glanced at her a couple of times, his gaze deep. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Only after the car merged onto the main highway did he look at her again and say softly, "Sorry. I misunderstood you tonight..."