Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Wren's expression flickered with disappointment, but he quickly forced a weak smile, not wanting to upset Clara or risk their fragile truce. He nodded, his voice soft, saying, "Okay, whatever you say, Clara. Let's eat first."

Dinner passed in near-total silence, with the only sounds in the room being the clinking of cutlery. The tension was thick, and the air was heavy with unspoken

When the meal ended, Alexander started to gather the plates, but Wren abruptly stood, beating him to it. His movements were swift and determined as he cleared

claraopened her mouth to stop him, but the words caught in her throat.

"Wren, just leave them on the counter," she finally said, following him into the kitchen. "I'll wash them later."

"Clara," When said with a small, almost paternal smile, "You shouldn't have to do this. You know how important your hands are. Let me take care of it."

His voice carried a warmth and tenderness that made Clara freeze. For a split second, her expression softened, but then she seemed to retreat into herself. Her left hand came up to clasp her right wrist, her thumb absentmindedly stroking it The scar there was no longer painful, but it was a constant temirsler of what couldn't be undone.

her silence and instantly regretted his words. His face darkened, and he fumbled for

he said quickly. "I just past wanted you to know that you'll

tightening around her wrist. "It's fine. It's all in the

was calm

leave the dishes on the rack when you're done," she said, leaving. "I need to get back to campus. Lock up

kitchen, watching her walk away. His expression reflected a

to continue the conversation would only push her further away. She deserved a clear head, especially after her first day of teaching Still, Wren couldn't shake the thought he

as he stepped back into the living room, his phone buzzed from inside his

the screen flashed with a na With a

that made him pause. It was

heard the voice on the other end, his mood soured. He Ughtened his jaw, for frustration, and to his relief, she ended the call

himself to stay composed for

sake. She didn't

across Wren's face. He knew what Carlisle had likely been told about his absence and

who had been

But