Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 80

"Mr. Lowell, when did you and your girlfriend get together?"

"Mr. Lowell, which prominent family does your girlfriend belong to?"

"Mr. Lowell..."

Microphones were thrust toward them from all sides. A few even jabbed into Clara, causing her to frown in pain and let out a muffled groan.

The next moment, she felt the man pull her firmly into his embrace, shielding her from the chaos. Seeing this, the reporters exclaimed in awe, "Mr. Lowell really dotes on his girlfriend!"

"..."

Everyone was envious. But Clara's heart was entirely cold. Because only she knew that Julian wasn't protecting her; he was afraid her voice would be leaked, leading people to track down Seraphina and bring trouble to her doorstep...

Clara closed her eyes, leaning numbly against his chest.

Julian's large hand rested on her slender back as his cold gaze swept over the reporters who had just hurt her. The reporters felt a chill run down their spines and immediately backed off.

The two of them safely got into the car. Julian opened the door and settled her into the backseat. Almost the instant her body touched the seat, Clara reacted like she had been electrocuted, immediately pushing him away. She huddled into the corner, as far from him as possible, and turned her head to look out the window...

Julian's movements paused. He looked at her, well aware that he was in the wrong this time. After a few seconds of silence, he got into the car, leaned close to her, and reached out to hold her small hand. His voice was very low, with a coaxing tone. "Clara, about this..."

Julian was silent for a few seconds. He didn't try to touch her again. Sitting up straight, he adjusted his ruffled cuffs. But he still didn't agree to let her go to the hospital. "Let's go home. You need to get some good rest. As for your sister, I'll send someone over. Don't worry."

Clara was furious and glared at him. "No... How can you be like this! I need to go to the hospital! If you don't take me, I'll get a cab myself!" As she spoke, perhaps overwhelmed by the constant suppression from him today, her eyes welled up with aggrieved redness. She leaned over to open the car door.

"Be good," Julian sighed softly. He opened his arms, hooked them around her slender waist, and pulled her back, pressing her tightly against his chest. Softness met hardness.

Clara instantly felt as if her back was on fire. She squirmed uncomfortably. "You..."

Julian had rarely held her this intimately before. This sudden embrace felt so incredibly comforting, like holding a small kitten—soft and warm. Except, because of her squirming, the intimacy quickly morphed into a different kind of sensation... one that made a person... unable to control themselves.