Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 209

When spoke coldly, “I have no obligation to explain myself to you

“So, you’re admitting to it? From the start, this was all part of your plan. You wanted to use the fact that you saved her to make her feel indebted so she’d come back with you?” Alexander sounded accusatory.

When frowned at his words. “I’m not as despicable as you thinkTM

“Then, why did you reveal yourselt now? Alexander stepped closer, his eyes locking onto Wren, scrutinizing him.

Wren studied Alexander’s intense gaze and suddenly chuckled, his eyes piercing and sharp, “You’re so concerned about me appearing in front of her because you’re atraid she’ll choose to go back with me.”

The certainty in Wren’s tone made Alexander freeze for a moment, a

of panic flashing in his eyes. Even he hadn’t realized what he was so afraid of. But Wren’s words seemed to expose his hidden thoughts, pulling back the curtain on his feelings, leaving everything bare under the harsh light

When Alexander didn’t respond, When’s smile faded, his expression growing more serious, “Clara found out on her own. I didn’t intentionally reveal myself to her.” Upon hearing this, Alexander looked up at Wren, his face unreadable, though a trace of doubt and decision lingered. “You expect me to believe that?

From the start, you told everyone to play along with your little act, helping you keep your existence hidden from Clara. You claimed she’d dismiss you if she knew, so you even manged for someone else to pretend to be her savior

to use that to silence me and make me deliver the meals you cooked for her.

the food you make. If you truly wanted to keep it a secret, why did you go to all that trouble? Isn’t

matter how much she might

avoid you

land of girl who’ll betray her ideals and choices for

all part

original plan, you

was calm, looking unbothered by the misunderstanding, and

considered using the life–saving

that he wanted Clara to return with him to Phoypolis

was only acting out of concem, worried that Clara might not be eating well due to her illness, which was why he had cooked

that the illness might have altered her sense

of his cooked meals. But he hadn’t expected that

even more was for Clara to guess that he would come to see her while she was asleep–and that she had tricked him

softly, his tone tinged with melancholy. A touch of bitterness and helplessness laced his

Alexander’s gaze, his expression calm. “I won’t force her. It she wants to stay here, I