Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206 

Staring at the stark white ceiling, Clara didn’t know how long she lay awake before exhaustion finally pulled her under, 

When drove back to his place. 

He took a long shower, washing away the lingering scent of cigarettes. After changing into clean clothes and taking his medication, he lay down to sleep. 

But the night was restless. He tossed and tumed, and sleep never fully settled in. 

He got up at dawn and headed straight to the kitchen to make breakfast for Clara. 

As he tossed the chopped vegetables into a simmering pot, be stepped out of the kitchen and grabbed his phone from the living room table. 

He typed out a message to Alexander, “Thanks for looking after Clara yesterday. You don’t need to go to the hospital anymore. I’ll take care of her.” 

When didn’t bother waiting for a reply. He appreciated Alexander’s help in keeping things under wraps and looking after Clata yesterday. But that didn’t mean he liked them spending too much time together 

One could call it selfishness–or possessiveness. 

The truth was, he wasn’t the man be used to be self–assured and untouchable. 

Back then, he would’ve never worried about another man stealing Clara’s attention. But now, she was slipping away from him, little by little, carving him out of her heart. 

And the thought that someone else might take his place someday…. 

Just the idea alone was enough to drive him insane. 

Wien set his phone down, feeling strangely lighter. He tumed, ready to head back to the kitchen. just then, his phone cang 

He paused, retracing his steps. He assumed it was Alexander, but the moment he saw the caller ID, the faint curl of his lips vanished. 

He answered, “What is it?” 

“Mr. Wren, Mr. Carlisle called last night. He asked me to pass on a message.” 

Liam had spent a sleepless night after taking Carlisle’s call, debating whether to relay the message immediately. But he didn’t dare disturb Wren in the middle of the night. 

The moment moming arrived, he dialed. 

When suddenly realized something, and his expression darkened. 

Liam hesitated, knowing full well that what he was about to say would set Wren off. But Carlisle had given an ultimatum–like it or not, he had to deliver the 

“Mr. Carlisle says you have one week to return. If he doesn’t see you by then, he’ll find Ms. Salford himself. And if that happens, he’ll hold her responsible for your little stunt.” 

The further he spoke, the quieter his voice became, tension lotting in his throat. 

When’s fingers clenched around hits phone, knuckles turning white.