Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 208

Julian trapped her slender waist from behind, his voice low. "Clara, I didn't know you bought me clothes back then. I'm sorry for letting your feelings go to waste."

Clara went rigid, a sudden wave of sorrow washing over her...

Julian turned her around and pulled her into his embrace, coaxing her like a fragile treasure. "Next time I give you a gift, you should reject me. Reject me a few times to let off some steam, okay?"

Julian was already devastatingly handsome; when he coaxed a woman like this, even a saint couldn't resist him.

Clara was easily flustered and quickly found herself overwhelmed. Her heart swelled with a bittersweet ache, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She tipped her head up, looking at him helplessly. "Julian, please don't do this..."

Julian gazed down at her, his eyes deep and intense. His long fingers gently traced her cheek.

"Clara, I'm entirely serious. I just want to make you happy..."

Clara's breath caught in her throat. She closed her eyes, her delicate lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

Seeing her reaction, Julian didn't press her. He released his hold. "Clara, I won't force you. We'll take it slow."

Take it slow... It truly was a beautiful sentiment.

But did they really have a future together?

They didn't.

Clara didn't say a word. She left the bedroom, took a few moments to compose herself, and went to clean up the kitchen.

When Julian emerged fully dressed, Clara was bent over, wiping down the counters.

Hearing him, Clara glanced up. Seeing the suit she hadn't been able to gift him last year now tailored perfectly to his frame, her eyes heated with sudden, profound emotion.

Sensing her shift in mood, Julian said warmly, "The clothes fit perfectly. Thank you."

Clara paused, her grip on the rag tightening involuntarily.

After a long moment, she lowered her eyes and resumed wiping the counter, dropping the subject entirely. "It's getting late. You should go back..."

Julian hesitated briefly, but didn't push it. He instructed her softly, "Something's come up at the office, so I have to go deal with it. Call me anytime if you run into any trouble."

Clara kept her back to him, remaining silent.

A moment later, hearing the door click shut, she let out a sigh of relief. She set the rag down and looked out the window to the street below.

The man's towering figure quickly appeared, looking incredibly heroic and striking against the twilight.

Julian stared at his darkening screen, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. With one last glance upstairs, he strode away.

He figured Clara must be feeling the heat by now.

She had loved him deeply, so it wouldn't be long before she returned to his side.

Upstairs.

Clara took a few minutes to cool down before heading to her bathroom to wash up.

But stepping into the bathroom—seeing the bathtub, the shower, the sink... she couldn't stop thinking about him. Her mind even conjured up an image of him bathing, making her face flame hot.

In the past, they had never shared a bathroom. Even though they lived in the same house, they had always slept in separate rooms.

And now this... it was far too intimate!

Clara forced her racing heart down and finished her shower. When she finally lay in bed, her mind was still a chaotic mess. She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Her dark hair fanned out across the pillows, framing her luminous complexion that was now etched with total bewilderment...

She had no clue what he was actually trying to achieve...

She really couldn't afford to play these games with him...