Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 

tehlike a chi longing for candy, waiting eagerly for it in their youth, only to never eve it. But just when they had given up, deciding never to taste it again, it suddenly appeared in their hands. 

It was out of place 

At that moment. Cara felt like she was holding a piece of old candy Had she gotten when she was full of hope and joy, she would’ve been thrilled, treasuring it with all her heart. But that wasn’t the case 

So, when Wrim said he didn’t dislike hes, Clara didn’t feel happy instead, a wine of sadness and confusion washed over her. 

Why hadn’t she heard this when she loved him so deeply and had been full of hope all those years ago? 

Cara didn’t understand, and frankly, she didn’t want to anymore. She no longer dared to taste this old candy. Her feelings for it had been worn away by years of rejection, leaving only a faint memory she could now let go of 

She sighed quietly hiding her emotions as she walked into the kitchen. “Why are you still here?” 

When had noticed her the moment she entered, but he didn’t dare greet her. He feared Clara would crush his dreams as soon as he spoke, forcing him to face the painful truth that she didn’t want him anymore. 

At first, he had felt a flicker of hope when she stared at him silently y. But as expected, despair took over since she spoke. When took a deep breath, gripping the spatula tighter, and turned to offer a take sanile, pretending not to hear her 

He softly said, “Oh, Clara, you’re back. I made some dishes you love. Go wash your hands, and we can eat soon,” 

Clara couldn’t help but look at him with helplessness and amusement. It was like seeing him for the first time he had this uncanny ability to block out what he didn’t want to 

bear 

How shameless. It felt as though their roles had completely reversed over the past four years, 

A wave of bitterness surged inside her, but she pushed it down quickly 

“Are you happy like this? Staying here won’t change anything You’ll have to go back to Phoypolis sooner or later.” 

Wren’s smile faded, his expression bitter, carrying a rate trace of helplessness. “But you won’t come back with me. So, the only thing I can do is stay and be with you.” Clara had nothing more to say. She had already laid everything out for him–nothing was left to explain. For the first time, she realized how stubborn Wren was “Where’s 

‘s your phone?” 

What Wren koked surprised