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.

asked me where you were, I told her right away. She got mad suddenly

"I'm sorry, Wren. I didn't

troubled expression

a younger sister. Keeping you company is more important.

It's going to be cold tonight," he added, thoughtfully draping the shawl that was left

will always remain a threat to her. The woman

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

She dared not imagine what kind of changes the phone call and message would bring. After all, Ivy

it would take some time for Clara to stop being mad at him for standing her up. However, he was not worried about it. He was sure she would understand him if

had dinner with Ivy so she

pm by the time they got home. When they entered the villa, Wren thought it was awfully quiet. It was as if there was no one in the house except for

called out

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