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

teach Clara a lesson when she came back, determined to

when the plane landed in

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

catch a cold, Clara hurriedly rummaged through her

side. However, she chose a city in the northern side when applying for

to let him know that she was never going to pester him again. She

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

was Larkston, but the place she was going to teach at could only be accessed by a bus. However, the earliest bus was at 7:00

out to call for a cab. She was about to get in when someone suddenly came up from behind, shoved

and bumped into a tall man

Clara was about to bump into him,

curse word traveled into Clara's

I'm so sorry. It was an accident. I didn't mean it." The man covered his nose, as if in too much pain to talk. That made Clara feel worse. "I can send you to the hospital if you