Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 203

[I'm sorry, Clara. I made you uncomfortable last night. I apologize. This gift represents a fraction of my sincerity. As for the rest, I will prove it to you through my actions. I hope you can give me a chance.]

At the bottom was signed Julian Lowell. The handwriting was bold and powerful, just like the man himself.

This was the first time he had ever written her a lengthy note.

It had never happened before!

In the past, let alone a heartfelt note, even a simple apology from him felt completely dismissive!

Clara had already given up all hope, but at this moment, reading these words, she felt a strong urge to cry. Her heart felt damp, as if it had been drenched by a cold autumn rain...

After a long moment of emotional turmoil,

she ultimately put the pin and the note away, placing them safely back into the box, planning to return them to him another day.

She had already decided to leave him, so she wasn't going to turn back.

Having done all this,

Clara freshened up quickly, grabbed her bag with her drawing supplies, and headed out. She went to the same coffee shop as always.

The barista there knew her by now. Seeing her walk in, he smiled and asked, "The usual latte?"

Clara smiled and nodded, pulling out her phone to pay. "Yes!"

Seeing this, the barista hurriedly blocked the QR code. "Hey, wait, it's already been paid for!"

Clara looked up in confusion. "Who paid?"

The barista pointed toward the seating area. "That guy paid. He said... he's your boyfriend. Wow, if he hadn't said anything, I never would've known. Clara, you actually have a boyfriend, and a super hot one at that!"

Bewildered, Clara looked over. The first thing she saw was Julian sitting in the corner booth she usually occupied.

He wasn't wearing a suit today. He was dressed casually in an Armani knit sweater paired with black trousers, layered under a long khaki trench coat. An Audemars Piguet watch rested on his lean wrist as he looked down to reply to emails... His entire being radiated the mature charm of a sophisticated man.

People around were constantly sneaking glances at him.

Clara furrowed her brow and gently bit her lip. She had no idea what he was trying to do...

The barista clicked his tongue. "He's been here since early morning. He ordered your coffee for you. He knows you pretty well!"

Clara's mind went blank for a second. Recovering, she said softly, "I'll let you get back to work. I'm going to head over there."

"Go ahead."

"..."

Clara gripped her bag tightly and walked over.

Julian had just finished replying to an email. Catching her figure in his peripheral vision, he looked up with a gentle smile. "You're here. Have a seat."

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