Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 178

Julian's eyes darkened. He locked his phone screen, leaned back in the plush leather chair, and crossed his long legs. "I'm not waiting for anything," he scoffed coldly.

Jasper chuckled, assuming Julian was hopelessly pining over a text from Seraphina. After all, she was the one he spoiled the most.

"Alright, alright, whatever you say. But you can't just sit here in the dark. Go talk to Beatrice! She threw this whole party just for you!"

"You two haven't seen each other in forever. Go catch up. Play your cards right, and you'll have a hell of a night!"

Jasper knew perfectly well that Julian was still technically with Clara, but he didn't care. In their toxic circle, a woman without power or a ring was just a temporary plaything, utterly disposable.

"Look at her," Jasper nudged him. "She hasn't taken her eyes off you all night."

Julian's brow furrowed, his patience wearing dangerously thin. He took a slow sip of his whiskey. "Not interested."

Jasper rolled his eyes.

Beatrice Hamilton was the ultimate prize—stunning, filthy rich, and completely obsessed with Julian. Any sane man would be all over her.

Right on cue, Beatrice confidently strutted over. She was dressed to kill in the latest Dior silk blouse, paired with a dazzling, heavily beaded fishtail skirt that showcased her flawless legs. Every movement was a calculated display of high-society seduction.

No man could resist a woman like that.

But watching her, Julian's mind unexpectedly flashed to Clara.

Clara had been wearing a fishtail dress today too—The Cerulean Siren Gown. It hugged her impossibly narrow waist and stunning curves perfectly. He had never seen her in something so alluring before. The memory of how she looked, how she felt under his hands, ignited a sudden, heavy heat in his gut.

Beatrice mistook his intense stare for lust, a victorious flush coloring her cheeks.

She boldly sat down right beside him, flashing a brilliant smile.

"Long time no see, Julian! I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me and weren't going to show!"

As she spoke, she leaned in dangerously close, pressing her soft cleavage against his solid arm, sliding against him with deliberate, agonizing slowness.

It was a lethal combination—the innocent eyes paired with absolute, shameless seduction.

No man could withstand it.

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