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

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 from

his movements. He placed his things down, set up a small tray

but after tasting his own attempt, he gave up

shops that had finally agreed to prepare it specifically for hum.

to eat the food Alexander had brought since he had

she could speak, Alexander interrupted, “You should eat what he made. He’s

table. He had no intention of wasting it.

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

that something was off between him and Wren? Had something happened between them? she looked back and forth between the

food before it gets cold,”

stopped scrutinizing the two

one spoke. The

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