Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 20

He ruffled her hair with his large hand and said, "It really is something urgent. Stop fussing."

Then he left.

Biting her lip, Clara watched the man's tall figure hurrying away, her heart turning to ice inch by inch.

She forcefully tore her gaze away, the corners of her eyes rimmed with red. Looking at the small cake on the table, and recalling that fleeting flutter of emotion from earlier, she suddenly felt utterly humiliated!

She grabbed the cake and threw it straight into the trash can.

Smash.

The delicate decorations on top were completely ruined!

She turned her head away, hugging herself tightly as she stared out at the night scenery through the window.

She didn't know how much time had passed when a notification popped up on the phone lying on the table.

She glanced down, and it felt as if something sharp had struck her heart.

Seraphina had sent two photos.

The first photo was of a bleeding finger being treated with medicine.

The cut was barely the size of a sesame seed.

Yet the man applying the medicine had his brows knitted tightly in deep distress.

Clara's grip on her phone unconsciously tightened.

So... the reason he rushed over so frantically was because Seraphina got a tiny cut on her finger...

Heh.

In a daze, a memory struck her—

A month ago, during a massive cold wave in Capital City, she caught a fever of thirty-nine degrees Celsius. She was miserable for days, yet he had never shown such a worried expression.

So... it's just that he doesn't love me.

The second photo was of the man feeding her a small piece of cake.

That cake...

Upon seeing it clearly.

Clara's brow twitched. She looked toward the trash can at the cake she had just thrown away.

They were both strawberry cakes.

Like clouds parting to reveal the sun, she realized belatedly that he had absolutely no idea she loved strawberry cake. He had bought it because Seraphina loved it! It was just a complete coincidence.

So, she was only benefiting from what Seraphina liked?

Clara's temples throbbed, her eyes turning red. She felt a humiliation she had never experienced before.

Julian was practically insulting her!

Just then, ding.

Ignoring everything else, she pulled out her phone to dial 110, explaining the situation as she rushed toward the hallway.

At a glance, she saw Seraphina cowering in the corner, her face pale. One hand clutched her collar tightly while the other tried to fend off the two burly men.

She was sobbing, "Stay away! Leave me alone!"

The two men turned a deaf ear, acting utterly vile as they reached out to tug her dress and pat her cheek.

"Tsk, so tender."

"Just touching her feels amazing, if we..."

"..."

Clara's heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, she grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher and marched over.

She found Seraphina sickening.

But seeing disgusting men assaulting a woman...

As a woman herself, she simply couldn't stand by and watch.

She closed the distance quickly, intending to smash it over their heads.

But to her surprise, a tall figure moved like a ghost, arriving faster than she did.

It was Julian.