Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 301

Clara refused. "No. You didn't do anything wrong, and you don't deserve to be humiliated by him."

Dominic paused, caught off guard.

Julian walked over just in time to catch her words, a sour, suffocating feeling tightening his chest.

What did she mean Dominic did nothing wrong?

Were they together now?

Julian's chest heaved. He shot a piercing glare at Clara before turning his attention to Dominic, letting out a dark, cynical laugh.

He casually rolled up his sleeves—a gesture that looked effortlessly elegant—but his words were laced with venom.

"Dominic, I thought I made it explicitly clear the last time we spoke that you were to stay away from her. Did you think I was joking?"

The implication was downright nasty.

Humiliation and fury flared within Clara. "Julian, do you even hear yourself right now?"

Dominic's gaze narrowed dangerously.

Keeping his temper in check, he turned to Clara and gently squeezed her shoulder, softly asking her to step aside and wait for him. The moment she did, he unfastened his cufflinks, pulled back his arm, and sent a vicious hook straight into Julian's jaw. "Julian, some things never belonged to you in the first place," Dominic sneered, his voice absolute ice. "You have no right to say a damn word."

Julian wasn't one to back down. He retaliated with a brutal punch of his own, scoffing, "Are you delusional? If she isn't mine, you think she's yours?"

A chilling glint flashed in Dominic's eyes. Without another word, he drove another savage blow into Julian's face.

The two men immediately engaged in a full-blown brawl.

Clara gasped in horror, the color draining from her face as she rushed forward to intervene. "Stop it! Both of you, stop!"

She desperately tugged at Julian's arm.

Her grip was weak, but the fact that she was trying to hold him back made Julian's stomach churn with bitter jealousy.

Julian swiftly caught her wrist, pulling her forcefully against his chest. "Does it break your heart to see him get hurt?" he demanded, his brow furrowed.

Clara wrenched herself out of his grasp, refusing to dignify him with an answer.

She was completely and utterly done with him.

Turning her back on Julian, she looked at Dominic with concern. "Mr. Jarrett, you're hurt. Let me take you to the hospital to get that looked at."

Dominic didn't care about a few bruises—especially since Julian had taken just as much damage.

But her concern, and the fact that she chose him in this moment, made his pulse race.

"I'm fine. Don't worry," he reassured her.

Clara hesitated, words catching in her throat.

Standing off to the side.

Julian watched the exchange, his expression darkening like a gathering storm.

She didn't spare a single ounce of concern for him!

Seeing that she was about to say something else to Dominic.

His restraint snapped. He grabbed her wrist in an iron grip and dragged her away.

Clara let out a startled cry, stumbling and nearly tripping over her own feet. "Julian, are you out of your mind? Let me go!" she yelled, her brows knitted in frustration.

Pushed past her limit, Clara dipped her head and bit down hard on his forearm, leaving a perfect row of crescent-shaped teeth marks into his skin.

"Julian, let me go! We are completely done, don't you get that?"

Julian winced slightly, but he let her bite him. He remained silent, his grip unrelenting.

Frustrated beyond belief, Clara lifted her head to glare at him.

Her face was flushed, but rather than looking intimidating, she just looked incredibly alluring.

"You're hurting me!"

Julian paused, his eyes dropping to her wrist. It was red and irritated—she was just as delicate as she had always been.

Curiously, a fraction of his raging fury began to dissipate.

He looked up at her, his gaze turning profound. Loosening his bruising grip on her wrist, his hand slid down to gently lace his fingers with hers. When he spoke, his voice was surprisingly soft.

"Clara, let's just sit down and talk, okay? Things used to be so good between us, right? Just talk to me."

Clara yanked her hand away. She was leaving Capital City soon. What was left to discuss?

"We have absolutely nothing to talk about."

With that, she spun on her heel and marched toward the door, stubborn to the bone.

Julian's eyes darkened as irritation flared back to life. He was a man who prided himself on absolute control—no one had the power to dictate his emotions.

But with Clara, every single boundary he had was constantly shattered.

His expression turned stony. Striding forward, he snatched her arm with zero gentleness, pulling her deep into the lounge before pinning her firmly against the entryway console, his solid frame trapping her in place.