Alexander was just as surprised to see Wren. He raised an eyebrow, a trace of mockery in his gaze.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Wren replied, bypassing lum and casting a glance at Clara, who was looking over at him.

Lowering his voice, he continued, “I tested you that I don’t need you coming to the hospital I can take care of her myself.”

“She’s my friend. Whether I come or not is none of your business,” Alexander shot back without hesitation.

With that, he stepped aside, turning to walk back to his seat.

Wren watched his retreating back, took a deep breath, and forced a faint smile. His expression quickly returned to its usual calm as he entered the room. “Clara. I made you some sweet potato congee, the kind you like. Try it.“.

“Alexander already bought me brealdast. You can have it yourselt,” clara quicly replied.

Wren glanced at the unopened food on the table, clearly packed from a nearby shop

Alexander had just arrived, so Clara hadn’t had a chance to

“Didn’t I tell you before that those street foods aren’t sanitary? You’re sick

down, set up a small tray for Clara, and carefully arranged the food, completely ignoring Alexander’s presence

after tasting his own attempt, he

a few different shops that had finally agreed to prepare

say she’d prefer to eat the food Alexander had brought

what he made. He’s right. You can’t eat outside

up the food from the table. He had no

to cook for her. The food Worn prepared would likely be

him and Wren? Had something happened between them? she looked back

before it gets cold,”

scrutinizing the two and silently

spoke. The atmosphere in the room grew teine.

something to talor care of. I’ll step out for a

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