Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 62

"Spending all his time with Miss Shaw."

"A few years ago, Mr. Lowell wasn't like this..."

Upstairs.

After returning to her room, Clara packed all her belongings into her suitcase.

In truth, there weren't many things in this house that truly belonged to her.

One large suitcase was enough.

Having finished, she looked around the space she had lived in for three years, her eyes unavoidably growing damp.

Because hidden here were her vulnerabilities, her pain, her untold secrets, and... her foolish, unrequited love.

In the end, all of it turned into a bitter sigh.

Clara dragged her suitcase out. Seeing it was still early and Isabella Gates wouldn't arrive for a while, she took her tablet, sat on the sofa, and began to sketch.

Just as she was about to draw, a message from Leo Miller popped up on the screen:

[Clara, about The National Design Championship, I've spoken to the organizers. Remember to sign up; spots are limited.]

[Once you've registered, just focus on preparing. The preliminary round is probably next week. I know you'll do great.]

[Also, Professor Thorne and I will both be at the preliminaries. You can reveal your identity then!]

Clara's heart warmed: [Okay.]

Leo Miller: [By the way, does Julian know about your departure?]

Clara lowered her eyes: [Not yet. It'll be a little while longer.]

Leo Miller: [Alright, I'll be waiting for Julian to regret this!]

[Let me tell you, Clara, men understand men best. Today at the exhibition, the way Julian looked at you was very different...]

[I think he might actually like you!]

Like her?

Clara shook her head.

How could Julian Lowell like her?

He liked Seraphina Shaw.

And she was nothing but a tool for him to use.

They chatted a bit more.

Then Clara returned her focus to her drawing.

Perhaps she was too exhausted from the past couple of days, burdened by immense psychological pressure, and lulled by the room's comfortable temperature.

Unknowingly, she curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, sunlight was scattering sparsely across her face.

Susan was simmering soup in the kitchen. Hearing Clara, she put down her ladle and hurried out.

"What is it, Clara? What happened?"

Clara walked up to her, panting slightly, and asked with a frown,

"Susan, did Isabella Gates come over last night?"

Susan was taken aback and shook her head. "No, why?"

Clara's heart skipped a beat. "She didn't?"

"What about Julian and Seraphina? Did they come back last night?"

Susan shook her head again. "No..."

Clara suffocated, unable to speak. She fully realized that things were heading in a direction entirely out of her control...

Could Julian really be that cruel?

To protect Seraphina, he was leaving her no way out.

Clara pressed her lips tightly together.

Susan asked, "Why do you ask, Clara?"

Clara shook her head palely, her mind racing. After telling Susan to get back to work, she opened her phone and called Isabella while walking toward the living room.

Unexpectedly, Isabella's message came through first—