Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 38

On the other hand, it was because being with someone with such a powerful aura like Dominic Jarrett for too long was mentally unbearable.

She washed her hands.

She washed her face.

Under the rush of cold water.

Her mind cleared up quite a bit.

She thought she shouldn't have been so impulsive just now to blurt out about the 'marriage certificate'.

If she had to mention it, it should be after she left Lowell Industries.

Otherwise, the project might get implicated.

It wasn't that she was worried about Julian Lowell, but she worried about the people on her team.

After all, they were people she had led for three years.

Once she left, being on her own, everything would be easier to handle.

Besides, it was only a matter of tomorrow.

Thinking this, Clara turned off the faucet and pulled a paper towel from the box on the side to dry her hands.

...

Outside.

Dominic, listening to the sound of running water, stared intently at the light purple bag on the sofa with a heavy gaze.

He wasn't the type to specially notice someone irrelevant.

But... somehow, he vividly remembered that during these past few encounters with Clara, whenever she saw him, she would subconsciously grip her bag.

Like just now, for instance.

People's subconscious actions cannot be faked.

So, was it simply because she was nervous?

Or was it because... this bag contained some secret?

Dominic's face darkened. He suddenly stood up, walked over, and reached out toward the bag.

In sight was a folded white A4 paper, catching the eye instantly.

Looked like a printout?

What was printed on it?

Dominic frowned.

Just as he was about to investigate further.

The water stopped.

He had to retract his hand.

At the exact moment he sat down on the sofa.

Clara came out of the restroom.

Completely unaware of what just happened, Clara took the initiative to unpack the food from the lunchbox.

Four dishes and one soup.

Even though it was takeout, it looked, smelled, and tasted complete.

Except... there was shrimp.

When it was over.

Clara's back was covered in a layer of sweat. Not wanting to stay a second longer, she quickly left.

"Does Ms. Vance know a woman named Sarah West?"

Sitting with bent legs on the leather sofa, Dominic suddenly asked.

Clara's steps came to a jarring halt.

Sarah West?

The woman on the marriage certificate, it seemed... was named Sarah West!

Could he have already known something?

Clara's heart hammered wildly, and she hurriedly brushed it off with a line.

"I don't know her..."

She left.

Not seeing the man's profound gaze behind her.

Toby Marsh entered right on her heels.

At a glance, he saw his boss getting up from the sofa, walking to the balcony, and lighting a cigarette to smoke. His back looked aloof and solitary.

He closed the door, walked over, and handed him a file.

He said, "Mr. Jarrett, there are no more leads on investigating Ms. Vance. Please take a look."

Amidst the swirling smoke, Dominic narrowed his eyes, turned to look at him, heavily crushed the cigarette with his fingers, and took the file to examine.