Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 170

Julian understood perfectly. He gave a curt nod. "Just make the food. I know what I'm doing."

"Alright then."

Susan agreed. Then, remembering the box and the documents she had stashed away, she started, "Oh, Mr. Lowell..."

But Julian had already walked away. His broad, towering back looked as impressive as ever, though he was visibly radiating a dark, suffocating gloom.

Seeing his state, Susan decided to keep her mouth shut. The tension in the house was already volatile enough for one night. She would bring it up another time. She turned back to the stove.

...

After heading back upstairs, Julian paused outside the master bedroom, hesitating over whether to go inside.

Ultimately, he walked past it.

He was terrified of making her cry again.

He decided he would sit down and have a proper conversation with her tomorrow. With that thought, he retreated to his study to work.

But after staring blankly at his monitor for two hours, he hadn't absorbed a single word of his emails. His mind was entirely consumed by Clara.

It was the first time in his life a woman had ever messed with his head to this extent.

Even Seraphina had never had this effect on him.

Julian let out a ragged sigh, leaning back in his executive chair and aggressively rubbing his temples.

...

The next morning.

After returning from his morning run and taking a shower, Julian walked up to the master bedroom door as usual. Remembering the explosive disaster of last night, he didn't just barge in like he normally would. Instead, he knocked.

It was a subtle shift in his behavior that he didn't even notice. He had completely forgotten his usual, overbearing entitlement.

However, a long time passed, and there was no response from inside.

Frowning, Julian knocked a few more times. When Clara still didn't answer, he pressed the handle and pushed the door open.

"Clara..."

The name died in his throat the moment his eyes landed on the immaculately made, empty bed.

Julian stopped dead in his tracks. Staring around the completely vacant room, his heart plummeted into his stomach. An absurd, terrifying realization began to crystalize in his mind.

Clara was gone.

How was that possible?

His jaw clenched tight. He strode over to the walk-in closet and the master bathroom to check.

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