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.

come home, either. He was sure

paid no attention to it. He swore to teach Clara a lesson when she came

6:00 am when

even stepped out of

change in weather compared to where she came from. Worried she might catch a cold, Clara hurriedly rummaged

the northern side when applying for the position just

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

Taking a deep breath, she pulled her

but the place she was going to teach at could

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

guard, Clara stumbled and bumped into a tall man wearing a black hoodie

so he did not notice Clara. Right when Clara was about to bump into him, he lifted his head,

word traveled into Clara's

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,