Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 270

Inside the ward.

Julian was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette.

He was thinking about Clara.

Thinking about the gentleness she used to have, and thinking about the coldness she carried now.

This was the first time he had ever gone to such lengths to stress over a woman.

But he truly didn't want Clara to leave!

Yet right now, Clara was dead set on leaving and completely refused to listen to his explanations.

Frustrated, Julian took another drag of his cigarette. Just then, the door to the ward suddenly opened.

Assuming it was Clara returning, a wave of soothing relief washed over him. He knew it—Clara couldn't bear to leave him.

"Clara!"

He looked over eagerly, only to see Seraphina standing there.

Stunned for a moment, he imperceptibly furrowed his brows. "Why are you here?"

Seraphina naturally caught the shift in his demeanor, her smile turning somewhat stiff. "I heard you were injured, so I came to check on you..."

Julian paused, his voice deepening. "How did you know I was injured? I only told Arthur and asked him to pick me up tomorrow morning. Did Arthur tell you?"

But given Arthur's personality, he wasn't the type to proactively share this kind of information. Plus, it was extremely late.

Seraphina choked, a flash of panic crossing her eyes. But she quickly suppressed her emotions and explained, "You didn't visit the hospital tonight, and you weren't answering your phone. I was worried and couldn't sleep. Finally, I couldn't help but call Arthur to ask. I never expected you to be injured and in the hospital."

Julian stared at her intently for a few seconds. His dark eyes were deep and scrutinizing. "Have you always known exactly where I go and what I do?"

"No! Of course not, I just ask about you occasionally!"

Guilty under his piercing gaze, Seraphina hastily denied it. Walking closer to pour him a glass of water, she frantically changed the subject. "Is your injury serious? Why isn't Clara taking care of you? She just left."

Julian gave her a profound look, dodging her approach. "It's nothing major. Go back and get some rest!"

Seraphina froze. Setting the glass down, she looked at him with an aggrieved expression. "Julian."

Unmoved, Julian pulled out another cigarette and smoked, his demeanor incredibly aloof.

Seraphina bit her lip.

She couldn't help but wonder—if it had been Clara who walked through that door just now, would his attitude have been completely different?

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