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

to know that you'll always be important to me, Nothing's

tightening around her

was calm

on doing it, then go ahead. Just leave the dishes on the rack when you're done," she said, leaving.

kitchen, watching her walk away.

follow. He knew she needed space, and any attempt to continue the conversation would only push her further away. She deserved a clear head, especially after

cleaning the kitchen, he placed everything neatly where it belonged, Just as he stepped back into the living room, his phone buzzed from inside

screen flashed

that made him pause. It was

mood soured. He Ughtened his jaw, for

to stay composed for

She

what Carlisle had likely been

guess who had been

But