Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 100

"I'm sorry, Clara." Wren's voice cracked as he buried his face in his hands. His pain was palpable, and his words trembled with regret. "Whether you believe it or not, I never meant to hurt you."

Clara shook her head gently, her tone resolute but calm. "It doesn't matter anymore. Let's leave it at that. You stay in Phoypolis, I'll stay here.

"We'll both move on. There's no need to see each other again."

"I can't accept that," Wren said, panic rising in his voice. He stepped forward, desperate to bridge the growing chasm between them. "Clara, please don't be so cold-hearted."

However, Clara simply smiled. It was a bittersweet expression that seemed to cut deeper than her words. She stepped backward and out of his reach, and without saying another word, she walked to the door. She then slipped on her shoes, opened the door, and left.

Wren stood frozen, watching her retreating figure through the open door. She was just a few steps away, but it felt like an entire world separated them—it was a distance he could no longer cross.

Clara never turned back. As she opened the gate, she saw Alexander standing outside. She paused, slightly surprised.

"Alexander, good morning."

Alexander glanced past her into the house, where he saw Wren inside. His gaze softened as it landed back on her pale face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his tone sincere.

Clara forced a smile. "I'm fine."

Alexander didn't look convinced. "If you don't want to deal with him, I can help."

Clara shook her head, declining the offer with a gentle firmness. "This is between me and him. I don't want to drag anyone else into it."

She looked at Alexander apologetically and continued, "I won't be back for lunch today. You'll have to fend for yourself."

"Got it," Alexander replied. "I'm feeling much better now anyway, thanks to you taking care of me for these past few days." His voice carried a hint of shyness, and his ears reddened as he glanced away.