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.

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

lesson when she came back, determined

am when the

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

she came from. Worried she might catch a cold, Clara hurriedly rummaged through her suitcase and

city in the northern side when applying for the position

going to

a deep breath, she pulled her zip up and walked out with

to teach

of the road and stuck her hand out to call for a cab. She was about to get in when someone suddenly came up from behind, shoved her aside, and got into the

Clara stumbled and bumped into a tall

notice Clara. Right when Clara was about to bump into him, he lifted his head,

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was an accident. I didn't mean it." The man covered his nose, as if