Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 191

Julian Lowell took a work call. Just as he walked out of the apartment complex gates, Arthur Higgins pulled up in the car.

He opened the door and slid into the backseat, leaning against the headrest and rubbing his temples in exhaustion. The dim, shifting light inside the car traced his sharp, sculpted features. Even cloaked in fatigue, his striking handsome looks were impossible to hide.

Over the past few days, a massive problem had erupted with the Northampton project, forcing him to pour all his energy into fixing it. Working late into the night had become his normal routine.

And Clara Vance was still throwing a fit with him...

Julian let out a heavy breath, his voice low and hoarse as he instructed Arthur, "Clear my schedule for tomorrow night. We're attending Mrs. Lawson's gala."

Arthur froze, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror in sheer disbelief. He hadn't expected his boss to actually bring Clara to the event...

When Julian was met with silence, he lifted his heavy eyelids and shot his assistant a look. "Well?"

Arthur snapped back to reality, giving a sheepish smile. "Mr. Lowell, you've never humbled yourself to beg someone for the sake of a project before..."

Julian paused. He adjusted his cufflinks, his long, elegant fingers moving with practiced grace. After a long moment, he said flatly, "Bringing Clara to the gala is the quickest and easiest way."

Is that really the only reason?

Arthur kept that thought to himself.

A moment later, a phone buzzed.

Julian frowned, pulling his phone from his pocket. Seeing Seraphina Shaw's name flashing on the screen, he instantly declined the call and tossed the device aside, irritation visibly etching across his brow.

Arthur observed the entire exchange. After a brief internal debate, he couldn't help but speak up.

"Mr. Lowell, have you ever considered that... what you feel for Seraphina isn't actually romantic love?"

Julian stiffened, shooting him a dark glare.

"You certainly talk too much!"

Arthur immediately snapped his mouth shut, not daring to utter another word as he drove off into the night.

Julian withdrew his gaze and leaned back against the seat, but his mind inevitably drifted to Seraphina...

Truthfully, the word 'love' had never crossed his mind.

Born into a family defined by twisted emotions, cold indifference, and authoritarian control, he didn't know how to love. He didn't even understand what it meant.

But in his heart, Seraphina was different from the rest. He would never forget the genuine warmth and sincerity she had shown him back then. That was why he spoiled her, why he indulged her every whim.

But was it love?

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