Your Love Is But a Dream

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

so Clara hadn’t had a

change in expression, Wien looked away and smiled at her. “Didn’t I tell you before that those street foods aren’t sanitary? You’re sick right now and need

his movements. He placed his things down, set up a small tray for Clara, and carefully arranged

breakdast for Clara himself, but after

shops that had finally agreed to prepare it specifically

to say she’d prefer to eat the food Alexander had brought since he had gone out of his way to

could speak, Alexander interrupted, “You should eat what he made. He’s right. You can’t

food from the table. He had no intention of wasting

The food Worn prepared would likely be the most suitable for

the feeling that something was off between him and Wren? Had something

gets cold,” Wien

two and silently accepted

no one spoke. The

something to talor care