Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 81

Julian Lowell's Adam's apple bobbed. His large hands held her restless waist down as he whispered in her ear. "Don't move." A tingling sensation spread through Clara Vance's ear. She was both embarrassed and angry, but she truly didn't dare to move anymore. "Let me go!" Seeing her quiet down, Julian chuckled low, his hand on her waist unconsciously stroking a couple of times. "Then come home with me." Clara's face flushed. What a scumbag! He had just been with Seraphina Shaw, and now he was touching her... Clara pushed him away with a sour feeling in her heart. "I want to go to the hospital. Let me go." Julian sighed softly and patted her head as if coaxing a child. "You need to rest. Or do you really want to drag this out with me here? I wouldn't mind." Clara was left speechless. Unable to bear his attitude, she lowered her head to dodge his touch, turned to look out the window again, and fell silent. Julian smiled silently, knowing she had compromised. In the driver's seat, Arthur Higgins watched the two, finding the scene pleasing to the eye. It wasn't like this when the boss was with Seraphina. He smiled and asked, "Mr. Lowell, are we going home?" "Yes." Julian looked at Clara, who was as stubborn as a little calf, his eyes carrying an indulgent fondness he hadn't even noticed himself... But what he didn't know was that the girl in his eyes was currently looking out the car window, her eyes full of hurt and devastation... Meanwhile, the atmosphere on the other side was completely different. In the private room of The Velvet Lounge, Seraphina paced anxiously, occasionally glancing at the door. She had clearly heard the reporters leave, so why hadn't Julian come in yet? Could he be accompanying Clara? The thought left Seraphina feeling empty inside. Suddenly, the door to the private room opened. Seraphina's heart leaped with joy. She immediately threw her head back, looking toward the door, and cried out with a mix of joy and grievance, "Julian, why are you so late..." Before she could finish, her expression froze, and her face drained of color upon seeing the woman's cold, severe face. "Mrs... Mrs. Gates..." Isabella Gates, wearing a brown fur coat, exuded a noble and arrogant aura, her eyes full of disgust as she looked at her! "Why... why are you here..." Seraphina backed away in fear. Isabella first signaled her assistant to close the door, then approached her, mocking, "If I didn't come, wouldn't you turn the world upside down? Deliberately coming to the club, making Julian look for you, and then letting the reporters take photos. Seraphina, I never knew you were this scheming!" "Next time, are you going to throw your weight around in the Lowell family?" Seraphina's legs began to give way. Isabella's eyes turned sharp, and she raised her hand to slap her. Smack— "Ah!" Seraphina's right cheek instantly turned red. Isabella said, "This slap is for your shamelessness, for not taking the Lowell family seriously, and for not knowing your place!" These words pierced deeper than the slap. Seraphina bit her lips in humiliation but had to obediently admit, "I won't dare do it again..." Isabella snorted coldly and slapped her again. Smack— Now, Seraphina's entire face was swollen! Isabella said, "This slap is for Clara. No matter what, she is Julian's legitimate girlfriend. How dare you repeatedly disgust her? Who gave you the nerve?" Seraphina's face was deathly pale, and she bit her lip until it bled. Isabella narrowed her eyes. "Move out of Julian's place when you get back. And stay away from him from now on! Otherwise, it won't be just a simple slap next time!" Seraphina lowered her head. "Yes..." Isabella asked, "Are you going to tell Julian that I came looking for you today?" "...I wouldn't dare." "Hmph, I know you wouldn't." Isabella cast a cold glance at her and left. The door slowly closed, blocking out the cold air from outside. Yet, Seraphina still felt a chill all over her body. She touched her red, swollen cheek with trembling fingers, her chest heaving heavily. Anger. Unwillingness. She looked toward the door, her bloodshot eyes filled with a determination for revenge. Nearly a decade of respect, devotion, and flattery had not earned her a single decent look from Isabella. In Isabella's eyes, she and her mother were like the lowest insects. Isabella always said she wasn't worthy, thinking that bitch Clara was better than her... Oh, if that's the case, then she would make sure to cling to her son! Just to piss her off. Just wait. One day, she would trample the entire Lowell family under her feet!