Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 71

Chapter 71

"I'm here to see someone," When said, his voice betraying a tension he didn't usually feel-not even during million-dollar negotiations. "Could you call Clara Salford for me?"

Frank froze for a moment and gave Wren a once-over before he asked, "And what are your relations with Ms. Salford?"

Wren's voice caught, rough and hesitant. For some reason, saying the word brother felt impossible at that moment.

After a pause, under Frank's increasingly suspicious paze, Wren finally forced the words out. "I'm her brother. Could you please let her know I'd like to see her? Frank didn't look surprised. Clara and Wien didn't look like they were from a small town like this. Their appearances and demeanors stood out too much. While they didn't share an obvious physical resemblance, they were both strikingly attractive in a way that didn't fit the local mold.

And really, someone traveling all the way out here just to see her couldn't possibly have no connection to her.

Thinking of Clara, a delicate-looking young woman who had suddenly left the city to teach in a remote school, Frank couldn't help but wonder. Everyone had speculated about what had brought her here, and seeing Wren, he guessed it might have been a family argument that pushed her to leave.

in class right now," Frank said after a moment. "I'll pass along

don't allow strangers to walk around the campus freely. It's aately thing

or give her another reason to push him away. "Thank you," Wren said quietly, stepping aside to

the students, planning to deliver the message after class. Soon, the children finished their warm-up exercises and games and

Wren surveyed the school grounds. The conditions

imagined, and his brows

comfort, never wanting for anything. He had made sure of

the initial nerves, she found her rhythm. The kids' genuine and innocent

class ended, peppering her with questions. Their enthusiasm was evident, and it warmed Clara's heart to

rang, signaling the end of the school day, the students packed up their things and headed home,

carefree goodbyes filled Clara with a sense of contentment she hadn't expected. When she returned to the

trying to convince him to have lunch with her. The school had a small kitchen to provide meals for the teachers,

Nitsa spotted Clara,