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

look of things, Alexander had just arrived, so Clara hadn’t had a chance

you before that those street foods aren’t sanitary? You’re sick right now and

things down, set up a small tray for Clara, and carefully

make breakdast for Clara himself, but after tasting his own attempt, he gave up

brealdast he’d bought was from a few different shops that had finally agreed to

was about to say she’d prefer to eat the food Alexander had brought since he had gone out of his way to get it for her, not wanting to disappoint him.

he made. He’s right. You

from the table. He had no intention of

once said that Wren had probably learned to cook for her. The food Worn prepared would likely be the most suitable for Clara’s current health. Alexander

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

it gets cold,” Wien urged, handing her

scrutinizing the two and silently accepted the bowl.

spoke. The atmosphere in the room

have something to talor care of.