Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 19

Watching this unfold, the smile on Seraphina's face instantly stiffened...

Today was supposed to be her welcome party!

She bit her lip, and glanced at the man beside her.

Seeing his dark brows slightly furrowed, seemingly fixed in Clara's direction, her mood soured even further.

"Julian, what are you looking at?"

She tugged at his sleeve.

Julian slightly lowered his dark eyes, looked at her, and said casually, "Nothing. What's wrong?"

Liar. Seraphina felt stifled. She turned her head away in anger, refusing to look at him.

And Julian really didn't pay her any more mind. He just smiled faintly and ruffled her hair with his large hand.

Whether he hadn't noticed she was angry or was distracted by something else...

...

Clara chatted with her colleagues for a bit before excusing herself from the lively crowd, not wanting them to feel constrained by her presence.

She walked to the dessert section alone, picked up a chocolate pie and a drink, and settled into a seat by the floor-to-ceiling window.

She had originally wanted a strawberry cake, but unfortunately, they were all out.

As she was eating.

A dark shadow suddenly fell over her. A familiar, crisp scent invaded her senses as the man sat down across from her.

Julian.

Wasn't he keeping Seraphina company? Clara was slightly taken aback. She put down her small fork and looked up at him.

Under the warm light, the man's sharp features softened a little. She had to admit, he was incredibly handsome.

In the past, she had been utterly infatuated with him.

But now, her mind was filled only with the humiliating and sickening feelings he gave her whenever he was with Seraphina.

Clara lowered her eyes, tightly gripping the fork, and asked in a muffled voice, "Why are you here?"

Julian smiled, like a spring breeze. He placed a custom-made mini strawberry cake on the table and pushed it toward her.

His voice was incredibly gentle as he said, "I came to coax my girl..."

Clara's heart tightened. Looking at the exquisite little strawberry cake, she felt a momentary daze.

She loved strawberry-flavored desserts.

But in all these years, he had never bought her one.

"Where does she feel unwell? What happened? Wasn't she perfectly fine just a moment ago?"

Julian frowned, his tone laced with deep concern.

His reaction felt like a series of slaps across Clara's face—humiliating and painful.

It was the first time she had ever seen him lose his composure like this.

And it was all because of Seraphina.

Clara was thankful she had worn makeup today, otherwise, she would have looked incredibly pathetic.

Julian gave Arthur a few stern instructions, hung up, and stood up. He told her, "Something came up, I have to go. Keep eating; I'll have the driver pick you up and take you home later."

Heh, something came up?

More like rushing to take care of Seraphina, right?

Clara dug her nails hard into the edge of the table. For once, she threw a temper tantrum, her tone tinged with mockery.

"What could be so urgent that it can't wait even half an hour? Don't go... and I'll forgive you."

Julian paused, surprised that the usually obedient Clara would act up at a time like this.

But he didn't take it to heart.