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.

home, either. He was sure Clara would be

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

was 6:00 am when the plane landed in

plane and collected her suitcase. Before she even stepped out of the

she might catch a cold, Clara hurriedly rummaged through her suitcase and put

the northern side when applying for the position just to be far away

let him know that she was never going to pester him

a certain sadness in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she pulled

but the place she was going to teach at could only be accessed by a bus.

a cab. She was about to get in when someone suddenly came up from behind, shoved her aside, and

and bumped into a tall man wearing a black

Clara was about to bump into

curse word traveled into

the man embarrassedly, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It was an accident. I didn't mean it." The