Julian's expression darkened.
Staring at her, he caught her wrist. His lips grazed her soft palm in feather-light kisses as his voice dropped to a husky murmur.
"Does it really have to be this way between us? Can't we just talk properly... hm?"
Clara's palm tingled from his burning breath, and she couldn't help but shiver.
Biting her lip lightly, she had zero desire to flirt with him. Frowning, she pulled her hand back, curled it into a loose fist at her side, and turned toward the kitchen, leaving behind a low, resolute sentence.
"This is exactly how it should be between us!"
Julian's eyelid twitched. Watching her walk away, his face gradually sank like a heavy stone.
Soon enough, Clara came back out with the coffee.
Seeing the man sitting at the dining table with a thoroughly displeased look on his face...
Such a spoiled rich boy temper!
Clara didn't bother entertaining him. Setting the coffee cup directly on the table, she reminded him, "Drink up. Once you're done, leave!"
Julian's face grew even more sullen.
He loosened his tie with a rather heavy hand. A few seconds later, he finally picked up the cup and took a sip.
The taste was intensely bitter and astringent.
It clearly wasn't brewed with any care, and it tasted suspiciously like cheap instant coffee.
She truly couldn't even be bothered to pretend anymore!
Frowning, Julian swallowed it down. Refusing to take a second sip, he slammed the cup back onto the table and looked up at her.
"You don't love me anymore, so you can't even be bothered to fake it, is that it?"
Clara remained completely poised. Spreading her hands, she said flatly, "Julian, I know you're pissed off, but you don't have to be! Go find yourself another woman. I think Seraphina would be a perfect fit."
Julian stared at her intently for two seconds before letting out a cold scoff.
By now, he finally understood her game plan. Since she couldn't stop him from pestering her, she was just going to slack off and be as unpleasant as possible. She figured he would eventually get bored. After all, in her mind, he had other women lined up and would never subject himself to constant rejection from her.
What a brilliant calculation!


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