Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 135

"Did Wren come back to the house today?" Clara asked Alexander, her tone cautious.

Alexander, who had slept in until almost noon, shook his head after a moment of thought. "No, I didn't see him."

Then, as if something clicked in his memory, he added, "But I did hear a car earlier. It didn't stop at your place, though."

Longfield might have been a small, underdeveloped town, but it wasn't so isolated that cars were a rare sight. Hearing a car in the area wasn't unusual.

"Got it. Thanks." Clara nodded, walking up to her door. She inserted her key but paused before turning it. Glancing back at Alexander, she asked, "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight?"

Alexander's eyes brightened briefly, a subtle smile curving his lips. "Sure. I'll even help out in the kitchen. That way, you can show me how to cook something decent. I can't stomach another plate of plain pasta."

The last part of his sentence carried a hint of playful complaint, almost childlike in its delivery.

Clara froze for a second, then let out a soft laugh.

"Alright," she agreed.

…

Thanks to Carlisle, the family conflict in the Zachman residence had settled—for now.

Although Martha still couldn't stand the sight of Shirley and Ivy, she'd stopped openly voicing her desire to kick them out. However, her disdain for them remained as clear as ever, and she continued to treat them with cold indifference.

Shirley, ever the patient opportunist, chose to swallow her pride. She knew better than to stir up drama. After all, no matter how much Carlisle indulged her, everyone had their limits. She spent her days trying to curry favor with Martha to avoid falling out of favor, hoping to improve their strained relationship.

But Martha found Shirley insufferable. No matter how hard Shirley tried, her efforts were met with nothing more than a dismissive glance.

That didn't mean Martha wasn't keeping herself busy.