Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 207

Clara froze, her trembling hands pressing defensively against his shoulders.

"No! It's really nothing. Just go wash up, or you're going to catch a cold!"

Saying that, she tried to duck under his arm to escape.

Julian moved faster, wrapping his arm around her slender waist and pulling her flush against his chest. It was an incredibly intimate position. He rubbed his chin against the soft crown of her head and let out a long sigh, a gesture clearly meant to coax her.

"Clara, I've never done anything like this before. This is the first time I've ever fixed a pipe for someone. I've never even done it for Seraphina Shaw."

Clara was stunned.

Julian pulled her waist tighter, his voice gentle.

"I know you mind Seraphina. I've thought about it seriously over the last few days, and I think it's best I just tell you: there has never been anything between her and me... I mean it."

"In the past, I mistook my feelings for her. It won't happen again."

These words were the truth. He was slowly coming to realize that what he felt for Seraphina wasn't love; it was pure gratitude and a protective instinct. This realization had become especially clear to him over the past few days.

In reality, he had no obligation to explain this to anyone, nor did he like to explain himself.

But now, he felt that if he didn't lay it all out, this issue would become an untightened knot in Clara's heart, one that could never be undone.

However, he was still very clear about one thing: not loving Seraphina didn't mean he loved Clara. It definitely didn't!

"Clara, you have to believe me."

Clara stood there in a daze...

Her mind was reeling. She was genuinely shocked; she never expected Julian to say something like this!

He said he didn't love Seraphina.

He said this was the first time he had ever done something like this for someone.

He asked her to believe him.

He sounded so tender and affectionate, just like a deeply devoted boyfriend...

For a moment, Clara was completely flustered. She shoved him away and, keeping her head down, stammered, "I'll... I'll go run your bath..."

Then she bolted into the bedroom as if her life depended on it.

Julian watched her frantic retreat, his dark eyes profound. After a moment of silence, he followed her, a smirk playing on his lips.

Entering the bedroom.

He saw that Clara had already started the water and was standing by the closet, looking for clothes for him. A white dress shirt and a pair of black trousers were laid out on the bed.

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