Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 346

Meanwhile.

Seraphina Shaw swallowed her temper as she left the building and slipped into Julian Lowell's car.

The man was looking down, replying to an email. The dim light inside the vehicle effortlessly outlined the captivating contours of his handsome face, making him look profoundly mysterious and utterly bewitching.

Seraphina watched him, her heart softening. She thought: *So what if Clara Vance is acting smug right now? I will always hold a special place in his heart!*

Seraphina smiled, leaning closer. She grabbed the man's hand and gave it a gentle shake, whispering softly, "Julian, thank you for helping me. I knew you treated me the best..."

Julian dodged her hand without a change in expression. He didn't even glance at her, his somber gaze fixed entirely on his phone screen.

Displayed on it was his chat history with Clara.

However, an entire morning had passed, and she hadn't sent him a single message.

*Is she still giving me the silent treatment?*

Julian felt a burst of unexplainable irritation.

Pushed away, Seraphina bit her lower lip in grievance. She cast a suspicious glance at the screen, and upon seeing what was there, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head. Her face paled slightly.

*So he was waiting for Clara's reply!*

Noticing her gaze, Julian frowned imperceptibly. He locked his phone and asked coldly, "You didn't run into Clara, did you?"

Seraphina snapped back to reality, her throat growing increasingly bitter. She clenched her fingers before replying, "...No."

Julian nodded, adjusting his suit cuffs as he spoke. "Now that you've secured this project, your wish should be fulfilled, right? I've found an art university for you in the UK. Get your things ready over the next couple of days, and you'll head over there to further your studies!"

It felt like a devastating blow to the head.

Seraphina sat there stunned for a long while before she finally processed his words.

Her hands trembling, she grabbed his arm in disbelief, desperately fighting back the stinging sensation in her eyes to keep her tears from falling. "Julian, you're sending me away?"

"Didn't you say you'd take care of me for the rest of my life? Why are you suddenly sending me away? Why... sob..."

By the time she finished speaking, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore. They fell like a broken string of pearls, making her look incredibly pitiful.

Julian glanced at her, his eyes immediately darkening. Inappropriately, Clara's delicate face flashed through his mind.

Last night, when he had been infuriated and pinned her against the sofa, taking his frustrations out on her, she had looked exactly like this—her nose tinged pink, tearfully pleading with him.

His heart gave an inexplicable tug, laced with a hint of bitterness...

"Julian... Julian... I don't want to go..." Seraphina gently tugged at his sleeve, begging softly.

Julian furrowed his brows and reined in his thoughts. Without a shred of hesitation, he brushed her hand away and said, "Don't you love design? Going to further your studies won't do you any harm!"

Seraphina froze, a bleak chill sweeping through her chest.

She had been by his side for a few years now. She knew very well that this time, he had made up his mind to send her away.

*Was it for Clara?*

She refused to accept it.

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