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

of that, Wren learned to care for Clara. He never had to do anything for himself, but for Clara's sake, he learned to do the laundry and

cramps because of her period, he learned to prepare soothing teas for her. Clara was also afraid of thunderstorms.

Clara's classmates mocked her for being an orphan. That was the first time Wren got into a physical fight. He told everyone Clara

expression and fell deeper in love with him. In the next second, his expression turned into utter contempt and shock as he said, "You disgust me,

had tears on

changed before heading downstairs, wanting to run errands

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

Ivy, who pretended

please not be angry at me, your sister-in-law?" Ivy's eyes reddened, and she bit her lip nervously like she was the

expect Ivy to step forward

onto

Clara?" Wren's livid roar filled the air as he charged forward to rip Clara away

can take it out on me if you're upset, Clara-but don't do anything to Ivy. I want you to apologize to her now!" he

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 realize it first whenever she got hurt. It didn't matter if her skin

still upset at me. I doubt she intentionally set

To be someone who doesn't apologize when

to Ivy at once!

up in disbelief

the word about her being an orphan when she was in high school.

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, saying an orphan like her likely had a nasty

at the family company. He was their representative in negotiating

clear her name. Wren said he would always believe Clara at the time. Only a

bitter smile as she took in Wren's face. "Would you believe me if I said I

lips, his gaze sinking deep into

turned colder

behind as Carlisle descended the stairs. He looked at the scene before