Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 92

Seraphina screamed as the necklace hit her, her face changing instantly.

Her first instinct was to strike back, but meeting Clara's chillingly cold eyes, she suddenly couldn't utter a single word.

An indescribable fear washed over her.

"You... you're completely insane..." Afraid of making a scene for others to gossip about, she hastily threw down those words and left.

The door opened and closed.

Clara watched her leave. The fierce momentum she had just displayed slowly unravelled and faded away.

Her throat began to ache.

Her eyes ached.

Her whole body felt like it was aching... as if she had just died once.

Clara swallowed hard and looked back at the desk full of counterfeits.

Like a spinning carousel, scenes of how she used to love him flashed before her eyes.

When his stomach hurt, she specifically learned how to cook. She burned her fingers time and time again, but during that period, she never failed to make nutritious meals for him.

Afraid his neck and shoulders would ache from sitting too long, she sought out a master to learn massage techniques. Even when she developed tenosynovitis in her wrists, she didn't give up.

And him?

How did he repay her?

Her vision gradually blurred, and Clara suddenly smiled.

"Julian, you really have no heart..."

Just then, the phone on the desk lit up.

A message from Julian:

[Do you like the gifts? If you do, I'll take you to The Sovereign Auction House next time.]

How ironic.

...

Clara sat in her office for a long time. She packed all those gifts into a large cardboard box, planning to courier it home later. She would burn them all, along with everything else at home!

Burn them right in front of Julian!

Finally, seeing that it was getting late, Nora Quinn came over and knocked on the door.

"Boss, it's getting late. We should head out."

Clara opened the door.

Nora was startled by her haggard expression.

Expressionless, Clara's fingers tightened inch by inch around her bag strap. She coldly stated, "Seraphina, if you delay the meeting, you will bear full responsibility."

Seraphina's smile faltered slightly, followed by a disdainful hmph.

She thought: Hah, just burn with jealousy!

Then she followed Clara out.

...

The Sterling Hotel.

After entering, Clara provided the last four digits of her reserved phone number.

The waiter understood and gestured with a polite smile, "Ms. Vance, is it? Please follow me, right this way."

"Thank you."

Clara returned a smile and followed him. Seraphina trailed behind, scoffing at Clara's professional demeanor.

They arrived at the private room door, and the waiter took his leave.

Clara pushed the door open, but when she saw the person sitting inside drinking tea, she froze.

Why him?