Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 11

"Where did you go? Why aren't you coming home?" was the first text Wren sent. "There's a limit to throwing tantrums. Answer your phone now!" he typed next.

The messages were successfully delivered, which meant Clara did not block his number.

Thus, it only confirmed Wren's thoughts earlier. He stared at the screen intensely, but there was no response. It was as if the two messages that were sent out were dropped into the ocean.

Again, Wren's temper flared. He refused to believe Clara did not read his texts.

After all, she had always cared about him and answered his texts instantly. There was no way she did not read his text.

Wren could not tell which emotion he felt more-frustration or uneasiness.

"If you don't come home tonight, you can forget about returning home forever!" he texted.

either. He was

Wren tossed the phone aside and paid no attention to it. He swore to teach Clara a lesson when she came back, determined to warn her about the consequences of staying out late and not answering

when

suitcase. Before she even stepped out of the airport, she was greeted by the

from. Worried she might catch a cold, Clara hurriedly rummaged through her suitcase and put on

side. However, she chose a city in the northern side

going to pester him

Wren painted a certain sadness in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her zip up and

teach at could only be

stuck her hand out to call for a cab. She was about

into a tall

notice Clara. Right when Clara was about to bump into him, he lifted his head, and his nose

word traveled into

the man embarrassedly, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It was an accident. I didn't mean it." The man covered his nose, as if in too much pain