Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 8

"Are you done talking on the phone?" Wren's voice rang out behind Ivy.

Still holding the phone, she trembled a little with guilt. She quickly regained her composure as she turned around, returning the phone to him with a smile. "My mother and Carlisle are still outside having their meal. Where shall we eat later?" "Let's just eat something nearby," Wren answered plainly. He took the phone from Ivy and glanced at it. There were no notifications, which was unusual.

After all, he had stood Clara up. It was odd that Clara did not even send him a text.

Gripping the phone tightly, Wren felt a strange sense of uneasiness bubble in his heart. "Did someone call my number just now?" he asked.

Ivy tensed, and her smile froze. "Clara called earlier. I answered it because it was ringing for a long time."

Wren's face stiffened, and he went through the call history. Just as he was about to return Clara's call, Ivy stopped him. "Wren, I think I said something to upset Clara.

So, when she asked me where you were, I told her

hurt. "I'm sorry, Wren. I didn't mean to answer the call. Is there really nothing going on between

senses. The troubled expression on his face instantly dissipated,

To me, she's just a younger sister. Keeping you company is more important. My

draping the shawl that was left at the cinema earlier around

actions dispelled Ivy's suspicions. However, Clara's existence will always remain a threat to her. The woman Wren once

would gain Wren's attention again. As long as Clara was connected to the Zachmans, she

thankful that her phone ran out of juice, forcing her to use Wren's. She dared not imagine what kind of changes the phone call and message would bring. After

However, he was

put up with it and had dinner with Ivy so she would

villa, Wren thought it was awfully quiet. It was as if there was no one in the house

had gone upstairs, Wren called out to a housekeeper, "Did Ms. Salford come