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.

Clara's parents died, Katrina had taken over the family company. Katrina would always work until late at

learned to care for Clara. He never had to do anything for himself,

prepare soothing teas for her. Clara was also afraid of thunderstorms. So, he stayed by

was the first time Wren got into a physical fight. He told everyone Clara was his family's one

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

dreams. She still had tears on her face,

She barely concealed how haggard she looked after washing up and putting on some makeup. She got changed before heading downstairs, wanting to run errands at her university. That was when she happened upon Ivy,

oatmeal porridge. With a

with Ivy, who pretended nothing had happened. "No, it's

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

expect Ivy to

splashed onto Ivy

forward to rip Clara away from Ivy. Concern filled his face as

you're upset, Clara-but don't do anything to

ask what had happened before blaming Clara for 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 always

upset at me. I doubt she intentionally set out

apologize when they've

Apologize to Ivy at once! Do

in disbelief at

someone had spread the word about her being an orphan when she

on her period. Because of

He was their representative in negotiating a

school investigate the truth and clear her name. Wren said he would always believe Clara at

Wren's face. "Would you

lips, his gaze sinking deep into

colder

stairs. He looked at the scene