Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161 

He reached out, his fingertips trembling as they gently caressed Clara’s cheek, stilled from the slap. His crimson eyes shimmered faintly with unshed tears, as if struggling to hold back the emotions threatening to overflow. His voice was filled with guilt and pain 

After a long moment. When let go and knelt down in front of her 

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” he said. 

His voice was unusually gentle and resolute, like a ray of warm sunlight on a cold winter’s day, falling upon her. Clara couldn’t resist teaching out, as if to touch that light. But just as she did, When turned away, his expression instantly cold and distant 

Hispace became in, cutting to the bone as he flung her hand sid 

“Clara, how dare you love me? You disgust me.” 

Those two cold, heartless sentences left her frozen in place 

A sharp pain shot through her chest, and the biting chill crept over her once more. 

It felt she was drowning again, watching the figure who had once pulled her out of the abyss turn his back on her and walk farther and farther away- 

“When I was wrong. Please don’t po… Don’t leave me 

The moment beside him started Wren awake from his dream. 

He immediately looked at Clara and instinctively grabbed her hand tightly. 

Her palm was cold and dammy with sweat, and her face was unnaturally flushed. 

When kaned in doser. His every movement was filled with urgency and concern as he wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with one hand while holding her firmly with the other, trying 

“Clara, I’m here. I won’t leave you. Don’t be afraid. I’ll always be here for you.” 

When, who was always decisive and confident in the business world, felt utterly helpless and heartbroken as he looked at the girl be loved. 

If he could, he wished he could take on all of her suffering himself. 

Clara’s ever–clouded consciousness left her dared. She opened her eyes, but it felt like a layer of mist obscured her vision. A waw of dizziness washed over her, making it impossible to ser who was holdinghelund 

the faint, cool fragrante emanating from him gave has an indescribable sense of security. 

Instinctively, she snagged closer to the man, wrapping his hand rightly in her arms. 

This unconscious act of dependence struck Wren with a bittersweet act, yet filled his heart with an uncontainable tenderness.