Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 26

What she didn't expect was for him to actually follow her.

The moment the elevator doors slid open, he called out "Clara," reached out to block the metal doors, and stepped inside.

His imposing figure cast a shadow over her, enveloping her entirely.

Clara stared in shock for a second, not understanding why he followed her. Shouldn't he be comforting Seraphina? Wasn't she pregnant?

She turned her head away and ignored him.

Julian paused, reached past her to press the button for the first floor, then firmly held her arm to support her, leaving no room for refusal. In a rare moment of humility, he lowered his head and explained.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were hurt. As for Sera..."

"It doesn't matter!"

Clara took a deep breath, refusing to listen to his excuses. She cut him off flatly, even forcing a smile as she said, "You're her brother; taking care of her is what you should do. I'm fine."

It was the most reasonable thing anyone could say.

Yet Julian found her words grating, making his chest feel uncomfortably tight.

He looked at her tranquil profile, his voice dropping low.

"I'm sorry."

Clara said nothing.

She knew he didn't mean it...

She also knew he was just humoring her for a moment and would rush right back to Seraphina...

However, to her surprise, Julian actually stayed by her side to handle her admission papers, and even used his influence to get her a VIP suite...

The hospital staff processing the paperwork looked on with blatant envy.

"This guy is so good to his girlfriend. A VIP suite is insanely expensive per night."

"Tell me about it."

"And he's so handsome, and she's beautiful too. They make such a perfect couple!"

"..."

Clara couldn't even begin to describe how she felt.

She glanced at the man supporting her, her lips pressed into a tight line.

She really wanted to ask him:

Julian Lowell, where the hell were you before... Where were you?

Her eyes couldn't help but burn with tears.

...

Once inside the suite.

The moment Clara sat on the bed, she bluntly kicked him out.

"...Go."

Julian turned and left, his footsteps hurried, not sparing her another glance...

The door clicked shut.

The chopsticks in Clara's hand clattered to the floor as all the color drained from her face.

It wasn't until her phone on the pillow buzzed that she snapped out of it.

She glanced at the screen.

It was a message from Leo Miller: [Hey Clara, Professor Thorne has plans tomorrow for lunch and has to work in the afternoon. He's only free in the morning, around 10 to 11. Are you free then? Let's meet at the teahouse.]

Clara picked up her phone: [Okay, I'm free.]

After sending the reply, she set her phone aside, closed her eyes, and told herself over and over—

Soon, she would be completely free of all this. She could start her life over!

...

Out in the hallway.

Julian stood tall by the window. His commanding, noble presence looked completely out of place in the hospital setting.

He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and asked Arthur Higgins on the other end of the line in a low, dangerous voice.

"What did Sera's exam results say?"