Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 283

Leaving the hotel, Clara hopped into Dominic's car for convenience.

She decided to leave her own car parked there. She would be staying at the hotel tonight anyway, as driving back to her apartment was too much of a hassle. With the competition scheduled for early tomorrow morning, the organizers had already booked rooms for the contestants to save them from wasting time in transit.

Inside the car.

After fastening her seatbelt, Clara pointed out the route.

"Mr. Jarrett, just go straight down this street, take a right at the traffic light, and then drive another few hundred feet. It should be right there..."

She spoke in a soft, gentle tone, completely unaware of the man's intense, brooding gaze.

Dominic watched her serene profile, unable to stop the memories of when they were still together. Every weekend, they used to go for drives to clear their heads. Back then, he had been the one driving, and she had been the one giving directions.

The only difference was,

Back then, she had loved him deeply.

Now, she had forgotten him entirely.

"Mr. Jarrett?"

When she didn't get a response for a long while, Clara turned in confusion. The moment she met those deep, obsidian eyes, her heart skipped a beat.

She awkwardly lowered her gaze and let out a soft cough. "Mr. Jarrett, we should get going..."

Dominic's gaze darkened even further. His grip on the steering wheel tightened. He looked at her for a few more seconds before reluctantly tearing his eyes away and putting the car in drive.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke in a low, husky voice. "Sorry, what did you say just now? I didn't quite catch it. Could you repeat that?"

He had heard her perfectly well; he just wanted to hear her voice again.

Without a shred of suspicion, Clara repeated the directions.

Dominic offered a faint smile.

The Maybach merged smoothly into traffic, neither of them noticing the black Bentley trailing closely behind.

Inside the Bentley, Julian Lowell drove with one hand draped over the steering wheel, his face dark as a storm cloud. He dialed Clara's number once more.

The cold, mechanical voice of the automated operator echoed through the speakers.

Clara had blocked him!

Julian furiously hurled his phone onto the passenger seat.

...

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the fish restaurant.

Clara and Dominic stepped out of the car.

Clara was just about to ask him if he wanted anything else besides fish, since treating someone to just a single dish felt a bit cheap.

Suddenly, a harsh honk pierced the air. The black Bentley sped toward them and slammed on the brakes right beside her.

The door swung open, and Julian stepped out, radiating a freezing aura.

Clara's eyes widened in shock. She took a step back and frowned. "Julian, why are you following us!"

Clara was absolutely furious, but she had no choice but to get in. She was terrified this psycho would actually cause a scene, and that would be a complete humiliation.

All she could do was wait until she was seated. Before the door slammed shut, she shot an apologetic look at Dominic. "Mr. Jarrett, I'm so sorry."

Julian's face turned lethal. He slammed the door shut with a loud bang and shot Dominic a chilling glare.

Dominic met his stare, the air pressure around him plummeting. Dressed entirely in black, he looked cold, aloof, and utterly untouchable. His hands rested at his sides, fists clenched so tightly that the veins along his forearms bulged with restrained power.

The two men locked eyes.

Both were men; they understood each other's unspoken threats perfectly.

Julian narrowed his eyes, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. Through the swirling smoke, his thin lips parted to deliver a single warning. "Dominic, I suggest you stop right here."

Dominic sneered.

He didn't say a word. He refused to lose his composure in front of Clara, and frankly, he saw no point in arguing over victory with a man who had already been eliminated from the game.

He glanced at the blurry silhouette in the back window of the Bentley, then got into his car and drove off.

He realized the video prepared by The Memory Specialists would just have to wait until tomorrow.

What he didn't know was that tomorrow, Clara would be leaving.

Julian watched the Maybach disappear down the street, a heavy shadow settling over his brow. He knew that look—Dominic had no intention of backing down.

For the first time in his life, Julian felt a surge of genuine panic.

Even when battling Jarrett Global for massive corporate acquisitions, he had never felt anything like this.