Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 204

only just recovered from her fever and still looked a bit weak. So, Wren wasn’t entirely at ease.

However, Clara had only

But now that he had revealed himself, he could take care of her personally.

“Alright. I’ll have them all leave tomorrow,” he said, following her lead. His gaze carried a touch of indulgence, a quiet land of affection. Seeing him agree, Clara found herself with nothing more to say,

It was already past midnight. She glanced out the window at the pitch–black night. “It’s getting late. I’m going to sleep. You should rest, too.” “Go ahead and sleep. I’m not tired.” Wren adjusted her blanket with practiced ease, “I’ll stay here tonight. If I get sleepy, I’ll just nap for a bit.”

He had always stayed by her side whenever she was sick. All these years, that hadn’t changed.

Clace was prone to nightmares when she was ill, often waking with a pounding heart. When was worried she’d be terrified if no one were there when she woke up. Clara remembered that, too.

A brief silence fell between them before she swallowed the lump rising in her throat and looked up at him. “I’m not a child anymore. Even if I have nightmares, I won’t be scared.”

through her forced bravado, and his

in her nightmare. Even if there was nothing he could do, he wanted to

If I don’t see you, I won’t be

either. Don’t make me wo

me worry.

in a

looked at her determined expression, feeling a wave of helplessness and an ache he

boundaries like this before: She had always relied on him when she was sick. She used

actions, she was telling him that

After all, the one who had caused all of this was him. And he had to face the

wanting to turn this into an argument, Wren

at her. “Alright, I’ll go. Get some rest. If you need anything, call me,”

had expected

then turned to leave. But just as he reached the door,