Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 59

Just then. A strong force suddenly grabbed her arm, and with a gentle pull, drew her into a warm embrace. A familiar crisp scent assailed her senses. Julian Lowell. Clara's heart skipped a beat, and her fingers instinctively grasped the hem of his suit jacket, the man smoothly wrapped his arm around her slender, soft waist. Clara stood in a daze... She heard the man's cold, deep voice ring out above her head, "If Mr. Jarrett has any business, he might as well speak to me." Dominic glanced at Clara expressionlessly, met his gaze, and pulled his lips into a cold sneer. "Oh? Speak to you? You and Manager Vance are in a subordinate-superior relationship, whereas I want to speak to Manager Vance about private matters, how does that work?" As his words fell. The surrounding atmosphere seemed to freeze with a layer of frost. Clara clearly felt the aura of the man in front of her drop by several degrees. She pursed her lips and gently pushed the man, wanting to say something. But the man held her small hand and pulled her to his side, striking a highly possessive posture. He said to Dominic, "Clara, is my girlfriend." Abruptly. Clara felt a buzz in her ears, unable to believe what she was hearing... "So, if Mr. Jarrett is discussing private matters with my girlfriend, I will mind." Julian coldly extended his right hand to him, "Don't you agree? Mr. Jarrett." Dominic's gaze was profound, he reached out and shook his hand, the grip tense with force. "Is that so, if Mr. Lowell hadn't personally told me today that Clara is your girlfriend, I would have thought that, just like everyone says, Ms. Shaw is your girlfriend!" Clara's body stiffened, feeling as though the surrounding temperature plummeted to the freezing point in that instant. Julian narrowed his eyes, the grip of his hand tightening inch by inch. "As long as Mr. Jarrett knows now, don't seek out my girlfriend privately again." Dominic curled his lip, taking a long, meaningful look at Clara. Then he withdrew his hand, said nothing more, and left. Toby Marsh had been waiting in the back, seeing this, he approached with trepidation. "Mr. Jarrett, given the current situation, will you still be returning to Somerset later? The flight for tonight has already been booked." Dominic said not a word, he walked to the Maybach, opened the door, got in, and rolled down the window, looking at the two figures standing opposite, one tall and one short, he lit a cigarette and smoked it, his profile taut... Toby couldn't grasp his boss's intentions and didn't dare to ask more, he got into the driver's seat and drove away. Suddenly, Dominic spoke, "Let's go to Marcus Thorne's place first, and ask him who exactly his student is." ... On this side. After Dominic left, the tense, swords-drawn atmosphere gradually calmed down. Yet Clara couldn't recover her senses for a long time... Because only she knew that Dominic was wasting his breath. Julian's feelings for her were merely possessiveness. To put it plainly, something I've used, even if I don't care for it anymore, I won't allow anyone else to take a second glance at it. Julian watched Dominic walk away, his eyes deep and unreadable. He looked down at Clara, and after a while, asked in a gentle voice. "Why did you come here today, are you also interested in art? Also, what did Dominic just want... to say to you?" See. This was his true face, this was the reality. Clara suppressed the suffocating tightness in her chest, met his eyes, and said indifferently, "Nothing." Julian paused, not expecting such a perfunctory answer. "...Then did you read the WeChat message I sent you, what happened this morning when you called me?" Mentioning what happened in the morning, Clara's face grew even colder. "Nothing." Julian paused again, suddenly feeling a bit stifled in his chest. He thought, perhaps she used to be the one clinging to him, and now that the roles were reversed, it was inevitably hard for her to adjust. He reached out and rubbed her head, sighed softly, and teased, "Clara, if you have something on your mind, you must tell me, otherwise, others might think we are strangers, and that I don't care about you." Weren't they exactly that? What was the difference. However, his tone... Clara frowned, avoided his hand, and asked, "Didn't you look at the parting gift I gave you last night?" Julian: "No, since it's a gift, I thought I'd wait until our three-year anniversary in a few days to open it." Clara froze. She couldn't utter a word. No wonder he spoke to her in that tone just now, no wonder he just called her his girlfriend...