Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 143

An hour later, in a luxury river-view apartment in the city center.

Julian pushed the door open and walked in.

By now, the bodyguards had already subdued the man. Upon seeing Julian, a bodyguard respectfully called out, "Mr. Lowell."

Julian's expression was grim, his gaze as cold as ice. He swept a freezing look over the pinned man, stepped forward, and delivered a forceful punch to his jaw, drawing blood instantly—a shocking sight.

"Ah!" the man howled in pain.

But Julian had no intention of letting him off that easily. He threw another punch.

Only when he heard Seraphina's weak sobbing from the sofa behind him did he throw the man aside. Standing up, he walked toward the girl, gently pulling her into his arms, his large hand stroking her long hair.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here..."

Seraphina's eyes were red. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she sobbed intermittently, "Julian..."

A picture of pitiful vulnerability.

Julian took a deep breath, patting her back gently, offering warm comfort, though he harbored the urge to kill the man.

When Clara entered, this tender scene was what she saw...

Looking around.

Although the living room was a mess, one could still tell it used to be warmly decorated, and more importantly, there were traces of a male occupant everywhere...

Clara pressed her lips together tightly. Because her stomach was acting up, her face was already a bit pale, and it became even more so now. She couldn't help pressing her hand against her stomach, rubbing it gently, but the severe discomfort persisted.

"Julian, I really drew that design. I didn't steal Clara's work. Please believe me, okay?"

Seraphina's hands nervously gripped the man's lapels. Buried in his chest, she tearfully pleaded her case.

"I don't know who revised the design, and I don't know why everyone is cursing and accusing me now... Woooo..."

Julian's face was solemn, his large hand gripping her trembling shoulder.

"It's obviously your fault!" The man struggled to get up, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva and cursing, "Seraphina, you're so fake. You don't deserve to be a designer at all!"

Seraphina shrank back in fear, repeating over and over, "I didn't, I didn't..."

Clara frowned in discomfort, pressing hard against her stomach to suppress the nausea, before managing to utter, "I didn't..."

"Julian, I feel so sick..." Seraphina suddenly said.

Julian lowered his eyes. Seeing her pale, pained face, he swept her up into his arms and walked toward the door, ignoring Clara entirely.

Clara watched helplessly, her throat tight and painful. As he brushed past her, she said hoarsely once more, "Julian, I didn't do it..."

Julian's footsteps paused for a second, but he paid her no mind.

Clearly, he didn't believe her.

He carried Seraphina out of the room with large strides, leaving Clara with nothing but a cold, indifferent back...

Clara closed her eyes tightly, her heart freezing over.

Just then, the man suddenly shouted again, "Clara, why didn't you tell me Seraphina had a relationship with Julian Lowell before? You're trying to get me killed!"

Clara frowned, completely confused by his nonsense.