Clara froze for a moment. She looked at Alexander and smiled softly.
Wren, who had just stepped out of the car, caught that smile. He froze, staring at the warmth in her expression. A wave of jealousy crashed over him, tightening in his chest.
He couldn't even remember the last time Clara had smiled at him like that. He never expected that one day, he would feel jealous just because Clara smiled at another man.
He didn't dare think about whether he would completely lose his mind if Clara ever chose someone else. All he knew was he would never be able to accept that outcome.
Alexander's eyes fell on Clara, and without realizing it, he grew tense the moment he saw her.
He immediately straightened his posture, and when Clara smiled at him, he nervously pressed his lips together. Only his reddening ears gave away his flustered emotions.
Just as he was about to greet her, Clara lowered her head.
The warmth in Alexander's gaze faded slightly as he noticed the scarf Clara was wearing. It wasn't the one he had given her.
His heart skipped a beat, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Clara didn't notice any of this. Just as she bent down to grab something from the car and was about to open the trunk, a hand reached toward her.
"I'll get the things from the trunk. Go open the door first," Wren said, holding the keys out to her.
"Okay," Clara replied, taking the keys and walking to the door.
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