Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 72

But going to see her sister together... That really wasn't necessary. She was just about to decline when Julian gently squeezed her hand.

"Give me a chance to make it up to you."

Clara pursed her red lips, suddenly meeting the man's earnest eyes, and her mind went blank for a second... In her peripheral vision, she could faintly see the containers of fruit he had placed in the console box. They contained her favorite mangoes and pomelos, all perfectly peeled. The white pith on the pomelo was completely removed, making it look juicy and tender. She could imagine how meticulous he must have been while doing it.

Her eyes dimmed. She thought to herself, this man is truly too bewitching. If he set his mind to coaxing a woman, no woman could resist yielding. But her heart had long since gone completely cold.

She curled her fingers, lowering her eyes to avoid his hand, and turned her head to look out the window. "Let's go," she said.

Whatever. This would probably be the last time anyway. She would just treat it as... giving closure to her past self, who had so desperately hoped he would make time to visit her sister with her.

Julian looked at her indifferent profile, hesitating to speak... He didn't drive forward until the light turned green and the cars behind impatiently honked.

Halfway there, his phone suddenly rang at an inopportune moment. Clara took a glance. It was Arthur Higgins.

Julian answered, and Arthur's anxious voice immediately came through. "Mr. Lowell, it's bad! Ms. Shaw went to the club! She's drinking and dancing with male models... No one can talk any sense into her."

Clara instinctively looked at Julian. The man, who could always remain as calm as an ancient well at the negotiation table, was visibly unable to control his emotions now. His face darkened noticeably, and the veins on his hands gripping the steering wheel bulged, as if he were suppressing an immense surge of emotion...

Clara blinked softly and couldn't help but tug at the corners of her lips. She had been with him for three years. In the early days, when she frequented business banquets, quite a few people had hit on her. But she had never seen him show such an expression because of her...

She lowered her head, gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, listening to them talk with a numb heart.

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