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.

remembered Katrina did not come home, either. He was sure Clara would

to teach Clara a lesson when she came back, determined

when the

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

a cold, Clara hurriedly rummaged

city in the northern side when applying

was to let him know that she was never going to pester

certain sadness in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her zip up and walked out with

going to teach at could only be accessed by a bus.

call for a cab. She was about to get in when someone suddenly came up

bumped into a tall

Right when Clara was about to bump

traveled into Clara's

long ago in the cab. Clara hurriedly stepped backward and apologized to 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