Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 206

Staring at the stark white ceiling, Clara didn’t know how long she lay awake before exhaustion finally pulled her under,

When drove back to his place.

He took a long shower, washing away the lingering scent of cigarettes. After changing into clean clothes and taking his medication, he lay down to sleep.

But the night was restless. He tossed and tumed, and sleep never fully settled in.

He got up at dawn and headed straight to the kitchen to make breakfast for Clara.

As he tossed the chopped vegetables into a simmering pot, be stepped out of the kitchen and grabbed his phone from the living room table.

He typed out a message to Alexander, “Thanks for looking after Clara yesterday. You don’t need to go to the hospital anymore. I’ll take care of her.”

When didn’t bother waiting for a reply. He appreciated Alexander’s help in keeping things under wraps and looking after Clata yesterday. But that didn’t mean he liked them spending too much time together

One could call it selfishness–or possessiveness.

truth was, he wasn’t the man be

she was slipping away from him, little by little, carving him out of her

else might take his

the idea alone was enough to

feeling strangely lighter. He tumed, ready to

was Alexander, but the moment he saw the caller ID, the faint

“What is it?”

Carlisle called last night. He asked me to pass

the message immediately. But he didn’t dare disturb Wren in the middle

moming arrived, he dialed.

suddenly realized something, and his

knowing full well that what he was about to say would set Wren off.

he’ll

his voice

fingers clenched around hits phone,

to une clara as leverage? How