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.

did not come home, either. He

paid no attention to it. He swore to teach Clara a lesson when she came back, determined to warn her about the consequences of staying out late and not answering

when the plane landed in

her suitcase. Before she even stepped out of the airport, she was greeted by the chilly breeze. She immediately felt

where she came from. Worried she might catch a cold, Clara hurriedly rummaged through her suitcase and put on a thick coat. Only then did she

a city in the northern side when applying for the position just to

was never going to pester him again. She was going to discover her new

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

the place she was going to teach at could only

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

stumbled and bumped into a tall

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

curse word traveled into Clara's

embarrassedly, "I'm sorry. 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.