Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 112

It felt like a child longing for candy, waiting eagerly for it in their youth, only to never receive it. But just when they had given up, deciding never to taste it again, it suddenly appeared in their hands.

It was out of place.

At that moment, Clara felt like she was holding a piece of old candy. Had she gotten it when she was full of hope and joy, she would've been thrilled, treasuring it with all her heart.

But that wasn't the case.

So, when Wren said he didn't dislike her, Clara didn't feel happy. Instead, a wave of sadness and confusion washed over her.

Why hadn't she heard this when she loved him so deeply and had been full of hope all those years ago?

Clara didn't understand, and frankly, she didn't want to anymore. She no longer dared to taste this old candy. Her feelings for it had been worn away by years of rejection, leaving only a faint memory she could now let go of.

She sighed quietly, hiding her emotions as she walked into the kitchen. "Why are you still here?"

Wren had noticed her the moment she entered, but he didn't dare greet her. He feared Clara would crush his dreams as soon as he spoke, forcing him to face the painful truth that she didn't want him anymore.

At first, he had felt a flicker of hope when she stared at him silently. But as expected, despair took over once she spoke.

Wren took a deep breath, gripping the spatula tighter, and turned to offer a fake smile, pretending not to hear her.

He softly said, "Oh, Clara, you're back. I made some dishes you love. Go wash your hands, and we can eat soon."

Clara couldn't help but look at him with helplessness and amusement. It was like seeing him for the first time—he had this uncanny ability to block out what he didn't want to hear.