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.

meet her today. So, when she asked me where you were, I told her right

if her feelings were hurt. "I'm sorry, Wren. I didn't mean to

senses. The troubled expression on his

younger sister. Keeping you company is more important. My

shawl that was left at the cinema earlier around Ivy. Alas, no one noticed the hint of iciness that flashed past

a threat to her. The woman Wren once regarded

long as Clara was

what kind of changes the phone call and message would bring. After all, Ivy was getting married to Wren soon. She hoped everything would go smoothly. Although Wren did not believe Ivy's words, he was relieved to

mad at him for standing her up. However, he was not worried about it. He

and had dinner with Ivy so

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

Wren called out to a housekeeper,