Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 261

Second, men of his status rarely changed women on a whim, especially one who had already been publicly acknowledged in their social circles.

Third... perhaps he really did like her a little.

Especially her body.

He was completely honest with himself about that. It was just as the old saying went—

The things you couldn't have were always the most enticing.

But now, Clara didn't seem to listen to a word he said.

She was terribly cold, actively withdrawing every ounce of affection she once held for him—

[I regret ever being with you!]

[Yes, I don't want it! I don't want any of it!]

[...]

Her resolute words still echoed in his ears.

Julian took a frustrated drag of his cigarette. With furrowed brows, he stared out into the chilling night, and for the very first time, he felt a profound sense of loneliness...

...

The next afternoon.

Clara quickly gathered her things, packed her necessities into a canvas tote, and headed out the door to meet Professor Thorne.

She had assumed that by this time, Julian would have already left.

After all, he had never been this patient with her in the past. Not to mention, Seraphina was still in the hospital. He cared for her so deeply; there was no way he could bear to let her suffer.

But to her surprise,

Julian hadn't left. He was sitting on the sofa, replying to emails on his phone.

Her single sofa was just the right size for her.

With his long legs and broad shoulders, he was visibly cramped, looking a bit suffocated...

Yet it seemed he had slept right there last night and had been huddled there working all morning.

Clara was slightly taken aback before her brows knitted tightly together.

Hearing the noise, Julian put his phone away and looked over. Seeing that she was finally willing to come out, a visible flicker of delight crossed his tired, stoic features.

He stood up and approached her. The shirt and suit pants he had worn overnight were slightly wrinkled, but it didn't make him look disheveled. Instead, it gave him an air of lazy, masculine magnetism.

He stopped in front of her, his deep gaze locked onto her pale, beautiful face as his voice dropped to a husky whisper.

"Clara, you're finally willing to come out..."

It sounded so tender, like a devoted boyfriend waiting for his lover to return.

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