Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 188

She had no idea how much Julian had seen, how much he had heard, or what he was going to say to her...

Seraphina's lips were pressed into a tight, pale line. After a long agonizing silence, she finally managed a weak, "Julian..."

Julian walked over, his face entirely devoid of expression, not even glancing her way.

His dark eyes were locked intensely on Clara, as if barely suppressing something dark. "Clara, we need to talk."

Clara raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Sure!"

With that, she turned to walk away, brushing right past Julian...

The very next second.

A tight grip closed around her wrist as the man firmly held her in place.

Clara hesitated.

Julian's grip left no room for argument. With overwhelming dominance, he yanked her tight against him. The crisp fabric of his suit brushed against the soft wool of her sweater, the friction heavy with an undeniable intimacy. Her cheek was nearly pressed against his shoulder in a deeply provocative stance.

He stared down at her flawless, porcelain face, his eyes as dark and impenetrable as spilled ink, heavy with meaning...

Clara blinked slowly... Had he forgotten that they just had a massive fight yesterday? And that, right at this exact second, the 'love of his life' was standing right behind him?

She struggled against him.

But he didn't let go; in fact, the grip on her wrist only grew tighter.

Making the air between them even more charged.

Off to the side, Seraphina watched the physical tug-of-war between the two, looking like she had been struck by lightning...

She stared at the man in utter disbelief.

Watching his aggressive, dominating stance over Clara.

Watching the raw possessiveness for Clara blazing in his eyes.

Deep inside her, something seemed to quietly shatter into a million pieces in that very moment...

Because it was only right now that she truly, tangibly realized that he had never once displayed this kind of paranoid, consuming possessiveness when he was with her.

His indulgence toward her had always been that of a guardian toward a ward, rather than a man toward a woman.

Seraphina went ghost-pale, tears welling up and rolling in her eyes. She fought with everything she had not to cry, not to completely break down!

Trapped by Julian's grip, Clara had no idea what game he was playing. She looked up and shot him an angry, flustered glare.

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