Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 12

"Is he going to Longfield, too?" Clara thought. It was understandable for her to be surprised. After all, the man did not fit in at all.

However, she did not think much about it. Seeing he was taking a nap, she quietly sat in the empty seat.

More people entered the bus, crowding the vehicle. Finally, the driver started the engine.

The bumpy ride and the smell of the bus made Clara feel a little nauseous. Soon, she dozed off. When the bus made a sharp turn, her head rested on the man's shoulder. Alexander Sinclair's eyes flew open as a cold gardenia scent entered his nostrils. Turning his head, he frowned when he saw the woman resting her head on his shoulder. He recognized Clara, and he wondered if she was following him. Disgusted, Alexander pushed her head away. "Get away."

Clara woke up with a start. When she heard Alexander's annoyed voice, she quickly glanced at him and realized what had happened. She thought he was rather fierce. Looking away, Clara apologized, "Sorry." However, her voice sounded nasal because she had just woken up.

the woman he knew-equally annoying. Alexander opened the window and crossed his arms, looking out without paying

a bad mood, Clara said nothing else to avoid trouble. The cold wind soothed her nausea, making her feel

and a half hours to reach Longfield. Once the door opened, people

followed the crowd out of the bus. Suddenly, someone bumped into her. As she was falling, someone from behind reached out and helped her up. She turned around to find an honest-looking

laughed and stuffed the item he was holding into his pocket. "I'm

was because of the

her gaze, she spotted Alexander standing behind the middle-aged

heard the

turned to face

his arms, he let out a scoff. "You didn't even realize you lost something? How

touched her pockets to find they were empty.