Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 58

It seemed his heart had truly shifted. It's just that he hadn't realized it, nor was he willing to admit it. How could this be! ... After Leo took Clara around to socialize, he walked her out. The two chatted as they walked. Leo: "This year's The National Design Championship is about to start, are you participating?" Clara had been delayed for three years because of Julian, of course she was going to participate this year. She smiled, "Participating, and I'm aiming for first place!" Leo couldn't help but laugh, looking at her sweet smile, he felt as if he had returned to when he first met her, youthful and beautiful. He reached out and rubbed her head. "Senior believes in you." Clara dodged with a smile and patted his arm. Leo's gaze was deep as he withdrew his hand. "It's just a pity you didn't manage to go public today and slap Julian and Seraphina in the face, why is that? The moment I mentioned Dominic, you decided not to go public, could it be that you and Dominic have some sort of relationship?" Clara's heart leapt into her throat, not wanting to say too much about her affairs with Dominic. The fewer people who knew about the fake 'marriage certificate', the better. She fobbed him off ambiguously. Leo didn't ask further, regretfully saying they could only go public next time. Then he went to the parking lot and took out the things he had prepared for her from his car, a bag full of big and small items. It was full of warmth. Clara was very touched and stepped closer to give him a hug. "Thank you Senior." Leo patted her back. "I still have unavoidable matters at the exhibition later, be safe on the road, and call me when you reach Somerset." "Mhm..." Parting is always painful. But where in the world do people not meet again? A brief separation is for a better reunion next time. Leo left. Clara, carrying her things, walked alone towards the exit, she still had to go back to the villa, and after talking with Isabella Gates, head to the airport. Unexpectedly, after just taking two steps, a broad, dark figure suddenly pressed over head-on. Clara's footsteps paused, and she looked up. At a glance, she met the man's deep eyes, like a dark curtain in the deep sea, dangerous and obscure. Dominic Jarrett. Clara's heart fluttered with panic, and she unconsciously stepped back two paces, she didn't know what he wanted from her, "Mr. Jarrett, you..." "Manager Vance, you seem particularly nervous every time you see me... Why? We don't seem to have met before." "Or rather, is there something Manager Vance is hiding from me in her heart, which is why she dares not face me?" Dominic interrupted her in a deep voice, closing in step by step, the faint smell of alcohol mixed with pure masculine hormones pressed against her imperviously. Clara kept stepping back, her chest feeling as if hundreds of rabbits were kicking around, thumping wildly, totally fatally. She was panicking. "No... I'm not..." She forced herself to retort, lowering her eyes. Dominic raised an eyebrow, his defined brow bone exuding an imposing heroic spirit, he stopped in front of her and leaned in slightly. He said in a low voice, "Is that so? Then can Manager Vance tell me why you dare not look at me?" Clara's eyes trembled. Dominic's voice dropped even lower. "Or, to put it more bluntly, what exactly were the words Manager Vance wanted to say in my office that day?" "Also, why did you come here today, and in what capacity, Marcus Thorne's student?" Every word hit the mark. Every sentence accurately pierced Clara's heart. Clara nervously clenched her fingertips. She considered herself someone unafraid of big scenes, but facing Dominic, she always felt a lingering fear, an indescribable feeling. Just like at this moment. Questioned so intensely, she couldn't say a single word, and even felt the urge to spill the truth. "I..." She looked up nervously, meeting his scrutinizing gaze, and suddenly thought she might as well lay it all out, otherwise being on tenterhooks all the time wasn't a solution either, she was about to leave anyway. She closed her eyes. "Mr. Jarrett..."