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.

Katrina did not come home, either. He was sure Clara would be fine with Katrina

aside and paid no attention to it. He swore to teach Clara a lesson when she came back, determined

6:00 am when

the plane and collected her suitcase. Before she even stepped out of the airport, she was greeted

weather compared to where she came from. Worried she might catch a cold, Clara hurriedly rummaged through her suitcase

the northern side when

never going to pester him again. She

a deep breath,

plane could reach was Larkston, but the place she was going to teach at

walked to the edge of the road and stuck her hand out to call for a cab. She was about to get in when

into a tall man wearing a black

Clara was about to bump into him, he lifted his head, and his nose knocked into her

traveled

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