Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 200

In the past, whenever he caught a fever, she had taken meticulous care of him. She would brew sweet, soothing teas to bring down his temperature, constantly remind him to take his medicine, and cook bland, easily digestible meals for him.

Perhaps it was just the fever messing with his head, but in that moment, he actually felt a crushing wave of disappointment...

"Clara..."

He murmured her name, his low, raspy tone carrying a faint trace of vulnerability, almost as if he were pleading.

But Clara remained entirely unmoved.

She turned her head, staring out the window... offering nothing but sheer indifference.

Julian fell silent.

He watched her for a long moment before sitting up. He pulled a checkbook from the console, quickly scribbled down $10,000, and held it out to her. "Ten thousand dollars. Take me upstairs and make me a bowl of pear tea. Deal?"

Clara was completely caught off guard.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she turned around and took the check.

If Julian was dead set on harassing her tonight, she might as well choose the option that benefited her the most.

"Deal."

Watching her casually slip the check into her purse, a bitter, agonizing knot formed in his chest. He couldn't resist mocking her. "Since when did you become so obsessed with money?"

Clara's fingers paused on the zipper.

She lowered her eyes and gave a faint, mocking smile.

After surviving a relationship with a man as heartless as him and suffering endless humiliations, even a complete fool would learn how to play the game!

Before, she had loved him so deeply that she would do anything for him willingly. Even when she was mistreated, she had swallowed the pain, desperately trying to find joy in the misery.

But now...

"Since I finally drained all the water out of my head!"

She turned to look at him, offering a bright, razor-sharp smile.

Julian's face instantly went black.

The moment he stepped through the door, Julian frowned at the cramped, rundown rental. He loosened his tie and walked inside. The entire place was smaller than his living room at home.

Clara, however, was perfectly at ease. She had grown up in a completely average family, and living with a billionaire for a few years hadn't ruined her ability to live a normal life.

Besides, those three years with him hadn't exactly been a fairy tale!

Clara slipped into her slippers, motioned for him to sit on the sofa, and disappeared into her bedroom to change. When she returned, she was holding a blister pack of cold medicine.

With his tall, imposing frame, Julian looked absurdly out of place crammed onto her tiny single sofa, but the fever was clearly taking a toll on him. He didn't complain, simply leaning his head back and closing his eyes to rest.

Hearing her approach, he opened his eyes. His deep, intense gaze was unreadable, yet undeniably magnetic...

Clara met his eyes, freezing for a fraction of a second. Recovering quickly, she pressed her lips together, stepped closer, and dropped the medicine on the coffee table in front of him. "Take one of these. I'll go make the tea."

With that, she turned to walk into the kitchen.

Before she could take a step, his hand clamped around her wrist, forcefully yanking her down onto his lap.

His dark eyes bore into hers, his sharp nose practically brushing her cheek. He gently, intimately traced the line of her jaw, his voice dropping into a raspy, dangerously seductive murmur. "Clara, my head is killing me. Massage my temples..."