Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 10

By the time Wren had finished packing, it was already midnight. His phone placed beside the bed had zero messages and calls. Wren felt slightly frustrated, and he wanted to text Clara. Just then, his phone lit up with the notification of a text.

Suddenly, Wren felt relieved. He quickly retrieved the phone, curious to find out what Clara had texted him.

The second he saw the contents of the text, a look of disappointment and chilly indifference took over his expression. The text was from Ivy, asking what time they were flying the next day.

Instead of replying, Wren tapped on his chat history with Clara, which stopped at the last text from her in the afternoon.

"If you're busy, you can come over later. I'll wait for you," she wrote.

During that time, he was picking up the custom-made gowns with Ivy. She caught a glimpse of the text when he was about to reply, so he made a few excuses and put the phone away. After that, he forgot all about it.

Wren scrolled through the chat history. Most of the messages were from Clara, while the rest were short, dismissive replies from him.

him about it. Despite feeling miserable, she

are you busy at work? If you are, you don't have to reply all the time. I'll be happy enough

he recalled his answer back then. "Clara, you're really annoying. Can you stop sending me those useless

instantly. Since then,

in his eyes. Just then, something crossed his mind. He finally put his phone down without

...

dream. In it, Clara kept

disappear into the fog, she stopped and looked at him coldly. "I'm

dream. In fact, he found it absurd

composure, Wren got up and took a

am, he went downstairs to get a glass of water. Catching a glimpse of the room at the end of the corridor,

at a glance. Wren scrutinized