Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 

“Why should I? He hit me, too, you know? Look at my swollen Lace, Ms. Salford. If anyone should apologize, it’s him! Why should I be the one to say sorry? Harvey protested indignanth 

As he spoke, his gaze flitted toward the worn–out glove in Tilly’s hand, his expression full of resentment. “And seriously, it’s just some old glove. What’s so special about it? If it’s rained, I’ll just buy him a new one“. 

“You don’t understand. My mom made this for me, and you ruined it!” 

Tears streamed down Billy’s cheeks. His small fists clenched tightly, and his expression barned with anger. 

Harvey froze for a moment, a hint of guilt flashing across his face. He lowered his head and, for once, remained silent. 

Seeing the way Billy looked, Clara’s heart twisted painfully. For some inexplicable reason, she saw a reflection of her younger self in him. 

She crouched down, meeting Billy’s eyes, and handed him two tissues. She said in a soothing tone, “Don’t cry anymore. If your glove is ruined, how about this? Tomorrow, I’ll buy you a new pair, okay? 

She added after a moment. “Or, if you really like this pair… I just checked that the yarn is still intact. Maybe your mom could help you reknilt the damaged part” 

Billy shook his head, chutching the tangled ball of yarn in his hands. His voice was hourse from crying, “She can’t she’s gone.” 

Clara froze, finally understanding why Billy had been so furious over a pair of gloves, enough to start a fight in class. Her eyes stung with heat, and a sharp ache filled her chest Her voice wavered as she spoke, “If you trust me, I can fix it for you. Would you like me to try?” 

Cara had learned how to knit back in high school Back then, it was a trend to confess to a boy one liked by giving him a scarf one knitted oneself. She’d practiced for a long time before finally knitting one for Wren. 

Though he’d said nothing at the time, Wren’s expression couldn’t hide his joy. That winter, every time he went out, he wore that scarf. 

But after she turned 18 years old, he never wore any of her scarves again. 

Cara had felt a pang of regret at the time. Yet, she was grateful she’d learned how to knit, as it meant she could help someone else. 

Billy looked up at her with cautious hope in his tear–streaked eyes. “Ms. Salford, can you really fix it for me?” 

Cara smiled and gently patted his head. “Of course! If I promise you something, I’ll make sure to do it. Hand it over to me, and I’ll give it back to you once it’s fixed, alright?” Billy nodded, carefully handing her the damaged glove and the tangled ball of yarn. “Okay. Thank you, Ms. Salford.” 

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not right to hit 

to hit someone because of it. Can you