Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 208

Alexander was just as surprised to see Wren. He raised an eyebrow, a trace of mockery in his gaze. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Wren replied, bypassing lum and casting a glance at Clara, who was looking over at him. 

Lowering his voice, he continued, “I tested you that I don’t need you coming to the hospital I can take care of her myself.” 

“She’s my friend. Whether I come or not is none of your business,” Alexander shot back without hesitation. 

With that, he stepped aside, turning to walk back to his seat. 

Wren watched his retreating back, took a deep breath, and forced a faint smile. His expression quickly returned to its usual calm as he entered the room. “Clara. I made you some sweet potato congee, the kind you like. Try it.“. 

“Alexander already bought me brealdast. You can have it yourselt,” clara quicly replied. 

Wren glanced at the unopened food on the table, clearly packed from a nearby shop 

From the look of things, Alexander had just arrived, so Clara hadn’t had a chance to eat it yet. 

Without a change in expression, Wien looked away and smiled at her. “Didn’t I tell you before that those street foods aren’t sanitary? You’re sick right now and need nutrition. You can’t just eat whatever’s from outside.” 

As he spoke, he didn’t pause his movements. He placed his things down, set up a small tray for Clara, and carefully arranged the food, completely ignoring Alexander’s presence 

Alexander had originally intended to make breakdast for Clara himself, but after tasting his own attempt, he gave up on the idea. 

The brealdast he’d bought was from a few different shops that had finally agreed to prepare it specifically for hum. 

Clara glanced at Wren in some discomfort. She was about to say she’d prefer to eat the food Alexander had brought since he had gone out of his way to get it for her, not wanting to disappoint him. 

But before she could speak, Alexander interrupted, “You should eat what he made. He’s right. You can’t eat outside food in your condition.” 

He picked up the food from the table. He had no intention of wasting it. 

He remembered Clara once said that Wren had probably learned to cook for her. The food Worn prepared would likely be the most suitable for Clara’s current health. Alexander wasn’t petty enough to compete with Wren over something as trivial 

Clata peve Alexander a surprised glance. Why did she get the feeling that something was off between him and Wren? Had something happened between them? she looked back and forth between the two but couldn’t figure it out. 

“Stop staring just eat the food before it gets cold,” Wien urged, handing her the congee. 

Clara reluctantly stopped scrutinizing the two and silently accepted the bowl. 

for a moment, no one spoke. The atmosphere in the room grew teine.