Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 3

Dominic Jarrett maintained a cold and composed expression. His long fingers brushed his sleeve as he said, "It's nothing. Let's go." "Alright... Please step into the elevator first." "Thank you." Dominic gave a reserved nod and stepped into the elevator. When he turned around, he happened to see Clara's retreating figure. Under the warm winter sun, she wore an apricot coat. Her black hair cascaded softly over her shoulders, swaying gracefully as she walked. She looked serene and gentle. It made one involuntarily recall the fleeting, beautiful side profile he had just caught a glimpse of. His heart suddenly felt a tug—not painful, but impossible to ignore. Snapping back, Dominic couldn't help but frown, refusing to let himself think too much. Sarah West had passed away three years ago. That girl merely had a side profile that resembled hers! After Clara left the company, it was still snowing outside, the cold wind blowing harshly. But no matter how cold it was, it couldn't compare to the chill in her heart. Not wanting to go home, she found a cafe and sat down. She ordered a latte. Not long after she sat down, her phone suddenly rang. Clara snapped out of her daze, shifted her gaze away from the window, wiped a tear from her eye, and answered the call. "Hello, Leo." The man on the other end paused, then scoffed, "You still know to call me your senior, then why don't you ever call me? If I don't call you, you never call." Clara couldn't help but smile. "You're right, Leo. I'll definitely keep it in mind next time." "Hmph." After exchanging a few pleasantries, the man brought up the main topic, "For the design exhibition in three days, should I save a ticket for you as usual?" Clara paused. "Yes." "Every time I give you a ticket, you never show up." "I will definitely attend this time." "Huh? Did I hear that right?" Clara lowered her eyes, having made up her mind. "I've thought it through. I'm preparing to return to the design circle. In a few days, I'm also planning to leave Capital City and develop my career in Somerset." "What!!" Clara took a deep breath and told him what happened that morning. After hearing it, even with his good temper, the man couldn't help but curse out loud. "Is Julian a beast? Treating you like that." "Alright, I support your return to the design world. I'll go tell our professor later; he values you so much, he'll definitely be thrilled. As for moving to Somerset, I actually have a suggestion. Since the exhibition is in three days, why don't you use the opportunity to reveal your identity, and then head to Somerset after it ends?" Clara thought it was a viable plan. They chatted for a while longer before hanging up. Just then, a message popped up. It was from Julian: [Clara, I negotiated a project with Jarrett Global from Somerset today. Go to The Sterling Hotel tomorrow at noon to entertain Mr. Jarrett.] Work again. It seemed he only came to her when it was about work. Clara curled her lips in mockery. She didn't refuse, though. After all, when they split the assets, she was entitled to her share. Clara: [Okay.] Her response was concise. She didn't shamelessly try to show concern for him after discussing work, like she used to. Julian was silent for a moment on the other end: [Alright, I'll have Arthur send you the location in a bit. Also, here are the project files. Take a look.] [File] Clara: [Received.] She didn't reply further. Julian didn't bother her again either. Clara gripped her phone a little tighter and tapped open the file. With one glance, she froze when she saw the client's name was Dominic Jarrett. Then, she frantically pulled out the printed certificate from her bag and compared them. She stared at it for a full five times. Her 'husband's' name and Mr. Jarrett's name were exactly the same! Shocked, Clara opened her browser and searched for photos of Jarrett Global's CEO. She couldn't find any; it was clear his identity was kept strictly confidential, given his status. Clara sighed softly. Realizing how silly she was acting, she amusingly patted her own head. "What am I thinking? It's definitely just people sharing the same name." As for that bizarre certificate, she figured the machine must have malfunctioned and made a mistake.