Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 11

"Where did you go? Why aren't you coming home?" was the first text Wren sent.

"There's a limit to throwing tantrums. Answer your phone now!" he typed next.

The messages were successfully delivered, which meant Clara did not block his number.

Thus, it only confirmed Wren's thoughts earlier. He stared at the screen intensely, but there was no response. It was as if the two messages that were sent out were dropped into the ocean.

Again, Wren's temper flared. He refused to believe Clara did not read his texts.

After all, she had always cared about him and answered his texts instantly. There was no way she did not read his text.

Wren could not tell which emotion he felt more—frustration or uneasiness.

"If you don't come home tonight, you can forget about returning home forever!" he texted.

Suddenly, he remembered Katrina did not come home, either. He was sure Clara would be fine with Katrina around.

Feeling relieved, Wren tossed the phone aside and paid no attention to it. He swore to teach Clara a lesson when she came back, determined to warn her about the consequences of staying out late and not answering her phone.

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It was 6:00 am when the plane landed in Larkston.

Exhausted, Clara got off the plane and collected her suitcase. Before she even stepped out of the airport, she was greeted by the chilly breeze. She immediately felt refreshed.

It was a drastic change in weather compared to where she came from. Worried she might catch a cold, Clara hurriedly rummaged through her suitcase and put on a thick coat. Only then did she feel warmer.

She grew up on the southern side. However, she chose a city in the northern side when applying for the position just to be far away from Wren.

After some time, the man seemed to have regained his composure. He put down his hand, revealing a red nose.

Staring at Clara icily, he uttered, "It's fine."

Clara was not bothered by his attitude, because she was the one at fault. Before she could say anything, the man hailed a cab and took off. It seemed as though he had no intention of talking to her anymore.

Clara was momentarily stunned. However, she did not think much about it, for she knew the other party was not interested in talking to her. Then, she hailed another cab and went to the bus station.

It was crowded and filled with noise—something Clara had never seen before. By the time she brought her tickets and got onto the bus, there was only one seat left in the last row.

She walked over only to find a man sitting in the window seat. He wore a hoodie and a mask.

Shocked was written all over Clara's face. "Isn't this the guy from the airport?" she wondered.