Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 27

Arthur replied, "Miss Shaw wasn't touched by those thugs, Mr. Lowell. You don't need to worry."

Julian gave a low "Mm" and ordered, "Go to room 904 and keep an eye on Sera for a bit."

Arthur fell silent for a moment before bracing himself to speak.

"Since you have the time, Mr. Lowell, why don't you look after her yourself? Are you... going to take care of Ms. Vance?"

As the words dropped, the silence on the line turned suffocating. It took a long moment before Julian responded.

Julian lowered his eyes, his dark lashes casting long shadows, concealing whatever emotions churned beneath.

He crushed the cigarette butt.

His voice was heavy.

"Arthur, you're crossing the line. I'm just worried she's found out things she shouldn't know."

Is that so?

Arthur sighed inwardly.

But ultimately, he held his tongue.

He was just a subordinate, after all.

"Understood."

Julian's dark eyes grew frigid. "Find an opportunity to teach those men who messed with Sera a lesson. Don't let them off easy..."

...

Back in the hospital room.

Clara was browsing through the latest design industry news on her phone.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching from the corridor.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She couldn't understand why Julian was back from Seraphina's side so quickly. She quickly shoved her phone away and lay down, pretending to sleep.

She didn't want to talk to him.

The next moment, the door clicked open.

Seeing her asleep, Julian paused before walking over quietly.

Clara could feel his steady footsteps drawing nearer.

That familiar, crisp scent washed over her, making her feel as though she were enveloped in his embrace. Her eyelashes fluttered involuntarily as her body tensed.

She felt the man pull up the blanket and tuck her in.

Even after he finished, he didn't leave. He leaned over her, his hot breath tangling with hers, drawing closer and closer...

It felt as if... he lowered his head.

It felt as if... he was watching her.

Impossible.

Clara instantly crushed the thought.

After a long while, the shadow hovering over her finally retreated and settled into the chair beside her bed.

Yet, he showed no intention of leaving.

Refusing to give herself time to dwell on it, she threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went to freshen up.

She had to meet Leo and Professor Thorne soon.

However, when she walked into the bathroom, she froze.

Sitting neatly on the vanity was a brand-new set of toiletries.

It was so meticulous—even the toothpaste and face wash were the exact brands she used.

On the rack beside it lay a fresh set of clothes, complete with new underwear.

It was undeniably prepared just for her.

Clara stared at the items, her fingers curling into tight fists.

But she wasn't foolish enough to believe this meant Julian loved her.

He was only doing all this to lower her defenses, so she'd go back to being the naive idiot acting as the protective shield for him and Seraphina.

Clara took a deep breath, didn't hesitate, and changed into the fresh clothes before washing up.

Once ready, she grabbed her bag and left the room.

As she walked, she texted Nora Quinn, telling her she had to take the morning off and instructing her to send the revised proposal directly to Jarrett Global's contact.

Just as she was walking down the hall, someone slammed hard into her shoulder.

Immediately, a scathing voice spat out.

"Watch where you're going!"

Clara gasped sharply at the sudden jolt of pain.