Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 83

After Clara went upstairs, she went straight to take a bath. She filled the bathtub with water, vigorously scrubbing the places Julian had just touched, and then submerged her entire body into the water. This way, all her attention was focused on breathing, so she didn't have to think about other uncomfortable things... She soaked for who knows how long. She finally dried herself off, put on a bathrobe, and returned to the bedroom. However, she saw a steaming bowl of noodles on the table, with a few drops of sesame oil and sprinkled with bright green chopped scallions. It smelled delicious. She paused, assuming Susan had made it for her after returning from grocery shopping and seeing her shoes at the door. She walked over to eat. She was indeed a little hungry. While eating, she scrolled through her phone. Unexpectedly, upon opening WeChat, she saw Seraphina's post on her feed. [The best Julian in the world!] Below were three photos attached. One was of the man applying medicine for her, another of them eating together, and the last of him serving her food. Even through the screen, one could feel how happy they were together. Clara's eyes stung as she looked at it. Eventually, the screen went dark. Through the black screen, she saw her solitary self, her pale face... She suddenly gripped her chopsticks tightly, losing all appetite, her stomach churning with nausea... She put down the chopsticks. After sitting quietly by herself for a moment, she suddenly laughed, tilting her head back and covering her face with her hand... What sin had she committed in her past life? In this life, she had fallen in love with such a man... She wished she could rip this heart out and carve out everything related to him cleanly! That way, she wouldn't be affected by him and wouldn't feel pain anymore... After calming down, she took out her phone and sent a message to Isabella: [In half a month, regardless of whether you succeed or not, I am leaving!] ... She sat there until the sun set over the western hills. There was no sound of a car outside. Julian didn't come back; he had spent the night with Seraphina. Clara went to bed alone and turned off the lights to sleep. Early the next morning. After a simple wash up, Clara went downstairs and habitually called out for Susan. "Susan isn't back yet." Julian walked out of the kitchen, still holding a fruit knife. He was wearing loungewear, shedding his usual coldness for a bit more gentleness. Clara paused, not expecting him to be home. She figured he had finished coaxing Seraphina and was now here to placate her. "Oh..." She gave a perfunctory reply, assuming Susan had gone grocery shopping and hadn't returned, and continued downstairs. "Clara." Julian subconsciously chased after her for two steps. "Where are you going..." Usually, she would be the one asking him that. Now that the roles were reversed and he was asking her, he felt somewhat unaccustomed to it. Clara walked past him without stopping. Without revealing her itinerary, she said indifferently, "I have things to do." Julian paused, not expecting this answer. Clara walked to the entryway, changed her shoes, and dropped a sentence before leaving. "You're going to the company later, right? Remember to check the things on your desk." It was that sentence again. Julian was puzzled. He also didn't understand what she was going to do that she couldn't tell her boyfriend... She never used to be like this. But Clara had already left, leaving him with the cold breeze from the closing door... It chilled his heart. Julian stared at the closed door, clenching his fists... It wasn't until his phone on the island counter rang that he snapped back to reality. He frowned and went to answer the call. "Hello." Arthur said, "Mr. Lowell, Ms. Shaw has been arranged for. Rest assured." Julian paused, gave a faint 'mm', and then ordered, "Go check my office and see what Clara left on my desk." "Understood." Arthur followed the order, left the secretary's office, pushed open the door to the CEO's office, and went in to look. But there was nothing new on the desk. "Mr. Lowell, are you sure Ms. Vance left The Departure Dossier on your desk? I looked around, and there's nothing."