Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 82

On the other side. Clara eventually went home. After getting out of the car, Julian personally opened the door for her, something completely unprecedented. Clara was stunned for a moment but quickly understood this was sugar-coated poison. He wasn't pitying her. He just wanted to get her forgiveness as soon as possible so he could continue using her as a shield... Clara gripped her bag and got out of the car expressionlessly. Arthur, sitting in the driver's seat, was also shocked, staring in disbelief at the rearview mirror at the boss's subconscious attentiveness toward Clara. To be honest, in all the years he had followed the boss, he had never seen him open a car door for anyone. The boss probably didn't even realize what he was doing, right? He suddenly thought of a saying: the bystander sees more clearly than the person involved. He sighed softly. Julian didn't think there was anything wrong. He owed Clara a lot, and doing this was only right, especially since she wasn't feeling well. Clara walked ahead of him, entering the house first, preparing to go straight upstairs, not wanting to spend another second with him. But the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Clara let out a low cry, forced to look back, and glared at him with a mix of anger and resentment. "Let go..." It held no deterrence at all. Instead, it was vivid and full of life. Julian smiled, his tall figure trapping her between the stair railing and himself, rubbing her wrist. "You're hurt. Let's put some medicine on it first. Be a good girl." Clara went speechless. She thought to herself that when she was sick before, let alone a word of concern, he hadn't even poured her a glass of water. Thinking about it now, it was truly bitter. She didn't know how she managed to endure it back then. Clara shook her head and turned away, extremely stubborn. "No need. It doesn't hurt. I just want to go upstairs and rest." But the man wasn't discussing it with her. He pulled her straight to the living room, sat her on the sofa, took out some ointment from the drawer, and helped her apply it. Her skin was very fair, delicate, and tender. He hadn't realized before that even a slight bump would turn it red. Julian's gaze deepened unconsciously, and he couldn't help but stroke it tenderly a few times. Clara looked at the man half-squatting in front of her applying the medicine, and shrank back, unable to bear it. "I really don't need..." "Don't move." Julian held her wrist, looking up at her, his warm breath brushing against her. "It's all red and you say it doesn't hurt. How can you endure so much?" Clara choked up, her throat suddenly feeling tight. She was most afraid of pain. Even a paper cut from an A4 sheet would hurt her for a long time. The hardest part was all those years enduring unbearable stomach pain from drinking at business dinners. But so what if it hurt? No one cared anyway. Even when she told him, he ignored her... Slowly, she just learned to endure it. Clara turned her head away. As Julian applied the medicine, his eyes slowly changed, especially when he saw the large red bruise on her arm. His face instantly darkened to the extreme. Right at that moment. The phone on the coffee table suddenly rang. It was a call from Seraphina. Clara instinctively looked at Julian. Sure enough, he immediately put down the ointment to answer the phone. Seraphina's frightened crying voice immediately came through the receiver. "Julian, the reporters have surrounded me! I'm so scared..." "Ms. Shaw, someone said you seduced your brother! Is this true?" "Ms. Shaw, your behavior is truly despicable!" "Ms. Shaw, please explain yourself!" "..." Julian's expression changed drastically. Seraphina cried under the questioning, "I didn't, I didn't. Julian, help me..." Julian gripped his phone tightly, suppressing his temper to comfort her. "Don't be afraid. I'm coming right now." He hung up the phone. He looked up at Clara, his expression unfathomable. Clara instantly felt as if her throat was being constricted by a venomous snake. Yes, he was suspecting her. He thought she was taking revenge on Seraphina. She stiffly stood up, her heart turning terrifyingly cold. Not wanting to speak, she walked toward the stairs. Even though medicine had just been applied to her arm, it felt like it burned even more now. Julian frowned, not understanding why she left. He had just wanted to ask her what she wanted to eat later so he could have it delivered. But the next moment, his phone rang again. He looked down, furrowing his brow. By the time he looked back up, she had already gone upstairs and returned to her room. An inexplicable surge of irritation rose in his heart.