Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 2

That was when someone knocked on the door.

Clara's hand jolted, but she quickly composed herself and went to open the door. When she did, she came face to face with Wren's darkened gaze. Her hands instinctively balled into fists. "You're back, Wren..." Wren didn't meet her eyes. Instead, his gaze swept past the smoke inside her room, and his brows furrowed. "What are you burning in there?"

Clara was about to speak, but Ivy stepped forward to intimately link arms with Wren. Ivy's lips curled into a smug grin at Clara.

In that instance, Clara suddenly understood a saying she had once heard some people could take everything from another person just by existing.

Clara forced the words she wanted to say down her throat. Then, her dull tone rang out as she lied, "I was burning some useless sketches." Surprisingly, Wren believed her and didn't bother looking into it more. He held Ivy and turned around, wanting to return to his room.

"Wait," Clara instinctively called out. "There's something I want to tell you, Wren."

She wanted to give him a proper goodbye.

Alas, Wren immediately frowned.

Before he could say anything, Ivy beat him to lecturing Clara. "Wren only sees you as his little sister, Clara! Don't tell me you're still stubbornly hanging onto your hopes and planning to latch onto him." "No, that's not it—"

"Enough! Don't ever bother me from now on unless it's important," Wren interrupted Clara, not giving her a chance to explain.

Clara couldn't ignore the burning sensation in her nostrils and the stinging of her eyes. Wren would never say such things to her in the past. He knew she never felt secure, so he always comforted her and put her first. Wren once said everything about Clara was important to him. Yet, he was now giving his total attention to Ivy.

He could never bear seeing her cry even a tear and would always be helpless in that situation before. Now, he couldn't care less when he saw her cry.

Clara couldn't hold it back anymore. She spun on her heel miserably and shut her bedroom door like she was running away.

That night, Clara didn't sleep well. She dreamt all night long of her and Wren's past.

over the family

He never had to do anything for himself, but for Clara's sake, he learned to do the

learned to prepare soothing teas for her. Clara was also afraid of thunderstorms. So, he stayed by her bedside all night and

the first time Wren got into

him. In the next second, his expression turned into utter

She still had tears on her face, and they even stained her

got changed before heading downstairs, wanting to run errands at her university. That was

bowl of warm oatmeal porridge. With a smile, she waved Clara over. "I cooked up your favorite oatmeal porridge.

interact with Ivy, who pretended nothing had happened.

you please not be angry at me, your sister-in-law?" Ivy's eyes reddened, and she bit her lip nervously like she was the victim. Clara struggled to accept the words "sister-in-law". She suppressed her emotions

Ivy to

oatmeal splashed onto Ivy while the bowl

are you doing, Clara?" Wren's livid roar filled the air as he charged forward to rip Clara away from Ivy. Concern filled his face as he picked up Ivy's hand, which the oatmeal porridge had

don't do anything to Ivy. I want

the incident. That left Clara frozen. The oatmeal had also burned her, so the back of her hand was red and in pain. Yet, it was nothing compared to how hurt she felt. Back then, Wren would

she intentionally

raised you, Clara? To be someone who doesn't apologize when they've done

you. Apologize to Ivy at once!

looked up in disbelief at

the word about her being an orphan when she

had gathered went missing. Clara had briefly returned to the classroom because she was on her period. Because of that, her classmates viewed her as the biggest suspect. Everyone called her a thief,

family company. He was their representative in negotiating a large business order

her honor. He insisted that the school investigate the truth and clear her name. Wren said he would always believe Clara at the time. Only a few years had passed since, yet Wren trusted

face. "Would

sinking deep

colder by the

stairs. He looked at the scene before him with displeasure. "I heard you guys