Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

fast then, anamnouncement echoed through the airport.

“Attention, passengers. Due to severe weather conditions, all fights have been delayed for your safety. Departine times are currently undetermined…”

Wren’s exhaustion vanished instantly. He bolted upright and unsheil to find an airport staff member to confirm the details, not the response was the same: all flights were canceled, and departure times weve postponed indefinitely

His heart sank. Pulling out his phone, he quickly relayed the update to Liam and asked him to rebook his flight to Larkston as soon as possible. With that settled. Wen chose to stay at the airport. He couldn 1 risk missing any updates and wanted to ensure he was ready to board the moment flights resumed.

The might stretched on, restless and heavy. When couldn’t sleep, his mind consumed with thoughts of Clara.

It rained through the night, finally easing off around 9:00 am.

Clara wake up feeling more refreshed than she had in days. After heating up a glass of milk and toasting some bread for a simple breakfast, she stepped into the yard, eveing the paddles that had collected.

Hermind drifted to the events of the pirvious night, and her thoughts lingered on Alexander. For someone who looked so intimidating, he had been unexpectedly

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sor decided she needed to thank lum properly. After tidying up the latchen, Clara grabbed her bike and headed into town.

In was market day, and the streets were alive with people selling fresh produce and handmade goods. Clara wandered among the stalls, enjoying the new experience. Belate setuming home, she bought fresh vegetables from a friendly older woman, some meat, and a few ripe fruits.

Útice there, she set to work. She prepared a chicken stew, washed and chopped the vegetables, and arranged everything neatly in the kitchen. By the time everything

it was close to hood.

are wiped her hands on a towel and beaded next door, knocking on Alexander’s door. She waited a while but heard no response

“Alesunder, are you home?” she called out, raising her voice. Still, there was nothing but silence.

Clate frowned, puzzled. He was usually up by now, and she had often heard him playing his guitar around this time. She sighed and muttered to herself, “Maybe he

Weld out ”

Disappointed, she returned home. She ate a simple meal alone, wrapping the extra food in cling film and storing it in the fridge. The rest of her afternoon was spent preding, though her thoughts drifted back to Alexander

was still no response.

An evening approached, she decided to try again. She knocked on his door again and waited, but there w Clara telt uneasy. She hadn’t seen Alexander leave the house all day, and for someone who rarely ventured out, it was strange that he had been gone for so lo Her watry deepened, Este hesitated momentanly before trying the gate. To her surprise, it wasn’t locked, and it creaked open easily.

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