Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 164

Clara flinched at the furious slam of the door, closing her eyes.

In the past, she would have panicked and burst into tears of distress.

But now, she felt nothing but a numbing calm.

He could do whatever the hell he wanted.

Exhaling slowly, she picked up the calendar from her desk and drew a circle around a date seven days away.

Once the preliminaries were over, she wouldn't stay in this city a second longer.

Then, she drew another circle around tomorrow's date.

By tomorrow night, any chance of reconciliation between her and Julian would be dead and buried.

...

Out in the hallway.

For once, Julian ignored Seraphina's call. He leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

His mood was fouler than it had ever been.

Clara was becoming a massive headache.

Just then.

His phone rang again.

He pulled it out and glanced at the screen.

It was Arthur. "Mr. Lowell, the jewelry you ordered has arrived."

It was the anniversary gift he had prepared for Clara—an exquisite, hundred-million-dollar set from the Centennial Collection.

A level of luxury he had never even considered giving Seraphina.

Julian narrowed his eyes in thought. Lowering his cigarette, he said, "Have it sent to my office tomorrow."

"Understood."

...

After hanging up.

Julian tilted his head back, exhaling a plume of smoke. His sharp jawline looked rigid and unyielding in the dim light.

He reasoned with himself.

Women loved jewelry, and Clara was no exception.

Tomorrow night, when she saw the extravagant gift, she would undoubtedly understand his sincerity.

Then, she would come running back to him.

He didn't love Clara.

But he had no desire to replace her—not now, and not anytime in the foreseeable future.

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