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.

not come home, either. He was sure

Wren 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

when

collected her suitcase. Before she even stepped out

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

grew up on the southern side. However, she chose a city in the

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

her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her zip up

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

the edge 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

off guard, Clara stumbled and bumped into a

when Clara was about to bump into him,

curse word traveled into

the man embarrassedly, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It was an accident. I