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.

where you were, I told her right away. She got mad suddenly and scolded me before

didn't mean to answer the call. Is there

back to his senses. The troubled expression on his face instantly dissipated, and he

just a younger sister. Keeping you company is more

to be cold tonight," he added, thoughtfully draping the shawl that was left at the cinema earlier around Ivy. Alas, no one noticed the hint of iciness

always remain a threat to her. The woman Wren once regarded with utmost

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

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 all, Ivy was getting married to Wren soon. She hoped everything

standing her up. However, he was not worried

put up with it and had dinner with

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

upstairs, Wren called out to a