Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 86

Parker yelled, "My mom really loves rabbit dolls!" Miles whispered, "My auntie loves them too." Hearing this, Dominic instinctively looked at the pile of rabbit dolls inside the claw machine. These dolls were exactly the same as the rabbit pattern on her tissue pack last time... and also identical to the pattern Sarah West used to like. But at that time, she clearly said she didn't like it. Dominic's heart pounded. He silently clenched his fist and asked in a normal tone, "Listening to your nephew, you also like this doll?" Clara paused, feeling there was nothing to hide about liking something like this. She smiled and said, "Yeah, I do like it quite a bit." Dominic looked at her abruptly. "But last time, on the long drive to take you to the hospital, when Toby Marsh mentioned it, didn't you say you didn't like it..." Clara thought for a moment, recalling that incident, and said somewhat awkwardly, "I didn't say I didn't like it. I meant that Julian caught those tissues for me, and he and I..." Dominic understood, his gaze deeply fixed on her. "So, you do like it." The topic had inexplicably veered in a strange direction. Hard to describe, Clara just mumbled an 'mm' and used checking on the kids as an excuse to leave. "I'll go check on them." Unexpectedly, someone suddenly walked past and bumped into her. She lost her balance and almost fell. She closed her eyes, prepared for the pain. Instead, what met her was a warm, large hand. "Are you okay?" Dominic grasped her wrist and pulled her to his front. The rushing scent of pine wood was crisp and calm, yet felt like fire. Clara's cheeks grew slightly warm, as if scorched. Curling her fingertips, she hurriedly dodged, lowered her head, and said, "Thank you..." Dominic looked down at her. From this angle, her pretty eyelashes fluttered like little fans... She was nervous. When that person was nervous, she was just like this. So similar. Not just the appearance, but the demeanor was identical... Thinking they look alike once or twice could be called an illusion. But four or five times? Is it still an illusion? He couldn't help but fall into a trance for a moment. Clara kept her head down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Then I'll just..." head over. Before she could finish, the man suddenly reached out his hand. Clara's heart skipped a beat, instinctively shrinking back a little. "Mr. Jarrett, you..." Dominic's gaze was deep as he said hoarsely, "There's something in your hair. Let me get it for you." "...Ah?" Clara bit her lip, very embarrassed. Dominic looked at her, couldn't help but smile slightly, and reached out to touch the top of her head. "Done." Their intimate actions drew glances from the people around them. Clara really wished she could find a hole to crawl into. She softly said thank you, grabbed her bag, and left. Behind her, Dominic's smile remained undiminished. He raised an eyebrow, watching her play with the two kids. He secretly tightened his grip on that soft strand of hair in his hand. They played at the mall for two hours before Clara left with Miles. Parker was very reluctant to see her go. Watching Clara drive away, he said despondently to his uncle, "I think Clara is Sadie... Uncle, are you lying to me!" See, even a child said she looked very much like her. It wasn't just him who felt that way. So, could she be? Dominic tucked one hand casually into his pocket, touching that strand of hair. Through the hazy night, he watched the slender silhouette get into the car and leave. Finally, he pinched the little boy's neck and led him toward the car, saying, "You still have a pile of homework. Finish your homework before we talk about this." "Ahhh! Uncle, you are so annoying!" He hated doing homework the most. But to know the answer, he felt he could endure it!