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.

becoming more sour. He thought she behaved just like the woman he knew-equally

avoid trouble. The cold wind soothed her nausea, making her feel more

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

the crowd out of the bus. Suddenly, someone bumped into her. As she was falling, someone

stuffed the item he was holding into his pocket. "I'm sorry, young lady.

it was because of the crowd that caused the accident. "It's

she lifted her gaze, she spotted Alexander standing behind

turned around, she heard the familiar

turned to face Alexander

scoff. "You didn't even realize you lost something? How do

briefly stunned. Suddenly, she realized something and touched her pockets to find they were