Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Clara instinctively reached out to catch Alexander as he collapsed. The moment her hands touched his skin, she realized something was wrong he was burning up, his body radiating a beat that was far from normal

"You have a fever," she said, her voice tinged with worry.

Alexander heard her, her voice clear and frantic, but his body refused to cooperate. He wanted to get up, to tell her not to worry, but he couldn't even lift his hand. When he tried to speak, a sharp pain tore through his throat, the taste of metal flooding his mouth. Even his breath felt scorching hot.

Clara felt his labored breathing against her neck, and despite her tising embarrassment at the close proximity, she knew she couldn't leave him like this. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, but she shook it off.

Let me help you inside," she said firmly.

into the living room and onto the couch. Finally, she managed to settle him down and sank into a nearby chair, utterly exhausted. Her arms and legs felt like jelly,

swimming. Clara's figure wavered before him, and he could barely make out her face. His dry, cracked lips parted. "What Are you

head toward him. Relief flooded her when she saw

here to invite you to lunch," she explained quickly. "I knocked, but you didn't answer. Something felt off, so I came in. Don't be mad-I didn't mean

hesitated, glancing at his pale face. "Good thing I did, though. Who

they mirrored what he'd thought the night before

faint smile and furrowing her brow. "You're not delirious,

cough. "I'm fine,"

course." Clara sprang to her feet,

Alexander tried-and tailed-to sit

placing the glass in his

bring him some relief. He downed it in a few gulps, handing the glass back with