Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 168

She was the one who met him first.

Her eyes rimmed with angry tears, Seraphina glared at Susan and hissed, "Clara and Julian aren't married. They could break up at any second. You're getting way ahead of yourself!"

Susan, who held very traditional values, was absolutely disgusted by the brazen statement. Dropping the formalities entirely, she spat, "Seraphina Shaw, take a good look at yourself! If Isabella Gates found out about your little stunts, do you have any idea what she would do to you?"

At the mention of Isabella Gates, the fight drained out of Seraphina. It felt as though a thorn had been lodged in her throat, choking off any retort. The sheer frustration was maddening.

Having lost all patience, Susan pointed a stiff finger toward the front door. "Get out. Just like Mr. Lowell said, do not come back here. If you do, I will personally inform his mother."

"And whether Ms. Vance marries him or not is none of your business. Because one thing is absolutely certain—he will never marry you!"

That brutal, offhand remark struck Seraphina right where it hurt the most.

She gasped, her eyes bulging with sheer fury. "You—!"

Susan simply scoffed and turned her back on the girl. She gathered The Departure Dossier and The Lineage Dossier from the console table and tucked them safely away in a drawer.

Seeing the housekeeper's blatant dismissal, Seraphina was practically vibrating with rage. But the looming threat of Isabella Gates kept her mouth shut. She cast one last, bitter look up the stairs before storming out of the house.

They had been shouting loud enough for Julian to hear every word, yet he hadn't intervened.

What other reason could there be, other than the fact that he was annoyed by her and simply didn't care?

Seraphina bit her lip, her face deathly pale.

A dark, venomous plan began to form in her mind.

...

Upstairs.

Julian had indeed heard the argument downstairs. For some reason, he just couldn't be bothered to intervene. It was too annoying. Right now, his mind was entirely consumed by Clara.

He reached the master bedroom door.

He knocked once and pressed the handle. To his surprise, it wasn't locked. The tight knot in his chest loosened slightly.

But the moment he pushed the door open and saw Clara rapidly tossing her clothes into a suitcase, that brief relief vanished without a trace.

He stepped into the room, glaring at her hunched figure. "Clara, what the hell are you doing?"

Clara didn't even look at him. With a completely deadpan expression, she shoved another stack of folded clothes into the luggage. "I'm making room for the two of you. I'm leaving. Going back to my own place."

The word 'leaving' slashed at him like a serrated blade.

His face instantly darkened into a thunderous scowl.

He had no idea why he was reacting this strongly. Maybe he was just so used to having her around that the idea of her leaving made him inherently uncomfortable.

Closing the distance in two massive strides, he clamped a hand around her waist, forcefully hauling her upright. With his free hand, he snatched the clothes from her grip and hurled them onto the bed.

Clara let out a startled shriek and began thrashing against him. "What are you doing?! Give that back!"

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