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

the look of things, Alexander had just arrived, so Clara hadn’t had a chance to eat it

her. “Didn’t I tell you before that those street foods aren’t sanitary? You’re sick right now and need nutrition. You can’t just eat whatever’s

didn’t pause his movements. He placed his things down, set up a small tray for Clara, and carefully

intended to make breakdast for Clara himself, but after tasting his own attempt, he

shops that had finally agreed to prepare

in some discomfort. She was about to say she’d prefer to eat the food Alexander had brought since he had gone out of his way

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

up the food from the table. He had no intention of

her. The food Worn prepared would likely be the

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

it gets

scrutinizing the two and silently accepted

one spoke. The atmosphere in the room grew teine.

then said, “I have something to talor care of. I’ll step out for