Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 7

But, hearing the young woman's aggrieved voice, he ultimately couldn't bear it. He sighed softly, pulled a tissue from the box on the coffee table, and leaned over to wipe her tears. He explained gently, "I'm sorry, I was a bit harsh just now. But Sera, I didn't mean to defend Clara and neglect you. You should know my true feelings." Sera bit her lip. Knowing the man was trying to coax her, she didn't act high and mighty. "I'm sorry, Julian, I was in the wrong too. I was too impulsive just now. I shouldn't have doubted you..." Julian paused, lowered his eyes, and picked up the ointment to apply to her hands. "Mhm, go apologize to Clara tomorrow." Sera furrowed her brows and squeezed out a reluctant "mhm" from her throat. Then, remembering something, she added, "Julian, the city's art gallery is hosting a design exhibition in three days. A lot of famous designers will be there. I want to go too, but tickets are so hard to get. Could you help me get one?" Julian didn't hesitate. "Alright, I'll call the organizers tomorrow." Hearing this, Sera's gloomy mood finally lifted a bit. But this wasn't enough. "Besides this, there are a few other things I want you to help me with, Julian. Well, since I studied design, and I've been idling at home lately, I want to find a project to practice my skills. I heard your company's project department is currently working on a Valentine's Day jewelry series. I want to give it a try." Julian paused slightly. He remembered that the project department was managed by Clara. In that case... Sera shook his arm playfully. "Julian..." Looking at her, Julian's hesitation melted away bit by bit. "Alright." "I knew it, you treat me the best!" Clara was upstairs drawing, feeling depressed, completely unaware of all this. It wasn't until she arrived at the company the next morning. As soon as she walked into the office, her junior assistant, Nora Quinn, rushed in frantically. "Boss, this is bad! Something happened!" Clara was coordinating the details of the noon meeting with Dominic's assistant. Hearing this, she put her phone away and looked up at her. She helped straighten Nora's ID badge that had flipped during the run. "What's wrong? What happened? Speak slowly." Nora, panting, said, "It's about the Valentine's Day jewelry project our department has been preparing recently." Clara certainly remembered. She took on this project partly to cater to the market and make money, and partly to give Julian a special gift. "Yes, what about it?" Nora said angrily, "We already locked in the designer, Alex. But early this morning, the executive assistant told me they're replacing him! They said Mr. Lowell found someone new. Now look, our department's two months of hard work have to be scrapped and restarted! What kind of nonsense is this! Mr. Lowell has never interfered with our work before!" Clara listened, feeling a buzzing in her ears, and stood frozen in place. Did Julian disrespect her work that much? Was it a lack of trust? Or something else... "Boss, what do we do now? Do we really have to scrap everything and start over? Why is the life of a corporate slave so miserable..." Nora asked with a headache. Clara pursed her dry lips and patted her shoulder. "Don't panic. I'll go ask Mr. Lowell." At the CEO's office. Suppressing her anger, Clara knocked on the door. "Enter," came a deep male voice. Clara's nose suddenly stung. She pushed the door open. Seeing the man look up elegantly from behind his desk, she asked coldly, "Why the sudden change of personnel? Our department spent over two months preparing for the Valentine's Day jewelry project from start to finish. I, in order to..." —In order to do the project well, to give you a special surprise, a grand confession. Out of seven days a week, I stayed up late working overtime for four of them, drinking at business dinners until I threw up. Thinking of this, Clara's eyes embarrassingly turned red. But she didn't say these words out loud in the end. It was too overly sentimental.