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.

be used to be self–assured

worried about another man stealing Clara’s attention. But now, she was slipping away from him, little by little, carving him out of her

thought that someone else

enough to drive

He tumed, ready to head back to the kitchen.

paused, retracing his steps. He assumed it was Alexander, but the moment he saw the caller ID, the faint curl of his

answered, “What is it?”

night. He asked me to pass on a message.”

spent a sleepless night after taking Carlisle’s call, debating whether to relay the message immediately. But he didn’t dare disturb Wren in the middle

arrived, he dialed.

realized something, and his expression darkened.

off. But Carlisle had

then, he’ll find

further he spoke, the quieter his voice became,

fingers clenched around hits phone, knuckles turning

clara as