Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 240

He didn't exactly have a deep understanding of women, but even he could tell Clara's mood was pitch-black tonight.

He decided not to push it. Exhaling a heavy, frustrated breath, he ruffled her hair and said hoarsely.

"Goodnight. Get some rest."

Clara let out a soft hum of acknowledgment.

She thought he would just walk away, but instead, he scooped her up into his arms, carried her to the bed, and gently tucked the duvet around her.

"Keep the covers on. If you catch a cold, the cramps will only get worse."

Clara's eyelashes trembled, her fingers gripping the bedsheets until her knuckles turned white...

"Call me if you need anything. I'm going to work in the study for a bit." Julian stroked her cheek one last time and left the room.

The door clicked shut softly.

Only then did Clara finally let out the breath she had been holding.

After a long moment, she pressed a hand to her chest. She stared blankly at the closed door, her eyes rimmed with red—a stark portrait of absolute despair.

She had to admit, the man knew exactly how to play the game, but she had zero interest in a man who couldn't be faithful!

And to add insult to injury, she knew he wouldn't need a moment to collect himself like she did. He had walked away completely unfazed. Hell, he was probably thinking about Seraphina right now!

He had always been that heartless.

...

Meanwhile, in the study.

Julian sat at his desk, a cigarette pinched between his fingers. The swirling smoke partially obscured his devastatingly handsome face.

He was indeed thinking about Seraphina, strategizing the perfect plan to guarantee she walked away with the competition slot tomorrow.

But he was also thinking about Clara!

He kept replaying her absolute freezing demeanor, contrasting it with the brief flashes of vulnerability she'd shown him.

The two versions of her violently contradicted each other.

But ultimately, he reasoned that the blush on her cheeks meant she was still wildly in love with him. Once her period was over in a few days and he finally took her to bed, she would be completely hopelessly addicted to him again.

Julian smirked, crushed out his cigarette, and got back to work.

It completely escaped him that if he really didn't care about her, he wouldn't be overanalyzing her every move.

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