Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

by evening, a light drizzle had started again. When Clara woke up the next morning, the temperature had noticeably dropped

She pulled on a healer sweater before heading downstairs to cook a pot of chicken noodle soup. After packing it into a container, she went straight next door to checken Alexander

Not wanting to barge in uninvited, she stood outside and sent him a quick text. A few seconds later, her phone buzzed with an incoming voice call.

She answered immediately. “Are you awake? I’m outside your place.”

“Just come in,” Alexander replied, his voice hoarse and weak, sounding worse than the night before.

“okay.” Clara said, hanging up before pushing the door open

She knocked when she reached his room and waited for his response.

“Come in,” Alexander called out after a moment.

Clara stepped in with the container in hand. “Has the fever gone down?

Alexander was propped up against the headboard, wearing a casual set of loungewear. His face and neck were flushed, his discomfort written all over him.

Clare frowned at the sight and quickly walked over. Setting the container aside, she pressed her hand lightly to his forehead Without a thermometer, she could only estimate his temperature by touch.

Alexander tensed immediately at the contact, his whole body stiffening. Her cool hand against his overheated skin sent an unfamiliar jolt through him. Avoiding her gaze, he parsed his lips and looked away,

“Your body temperature is even higher than yesterday, Clara said, withdrawing her hand. Her brow furrowed as she added, “Didn’t you take the meds I gave you?

“I did,” Alexander replied with a cough, his voice scratchy,

Clara glanced at the pillbox on the nightstand and saw a few tablets missing