Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 181

Alexander’s words just now were nothing short of a brutal How

When be all the strength drain from his body in an instant. He collapsed into the chair, using his hand to cover his eyes, as if trying to hide the guilt and pain. Asharp chose from his throat, searing its way through his chest.

Wearing a bitter smile, the said with a horse vole, “What do you know about me and her? You’re just an outsider. You don’t understand anything.”

From the moment he shouldered that borden, he had known be would face impossible choices and bear the weight of every consequence alone. Rowever, he couldn’t tell anyone because no one would understand him

He thought that everything Alexander said was right. He had hurt Clara, and that was why she chose in walk away from him.

If he’d had a choice, he would have endured every ounce of pain himself before letting her suffer even for a moment,

Yet one of this was something he could say aloud, not even to the people closest to him, let alone to Alexander, an outsider who knew nothing

Alexander quiith observed Wren, whole naw, overwhelming anguish was impossible to ignore, even as a bystander..

it take for someone as gentle as Clare to decide she had to

didn’t know the full story between them, but he knew that Clara didn’t want

dich ́’t matter, nor did

need to get going.” He paused, wearing a faint smile. “She’s waiting

past, wheteven Cara fell ill, he was always the

always been reserved for him alone, but now, he didn’t even have the right to visit her

coughed violently, a metallic bitterness rising in his throat

the taste, and palled a thermal lunch box from the passenger seat. Leaning forward, he handed it out through

later tonight and pick you up in the morning I’ve already handled your issue. The Sinclair family won’t be able to find you

lunch box,

you this isn’t a deal, so you don’t owe

anything, Even if he was found and taken back by the Sinclair family, he wouldn’t turn

your tracks. That was the agreement from the start. I won’t go back on it.

shot him a long, thoughtful glance in yourself.”*