Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 249

While Alexander spoke casually, a spark of anticipation was still visible in his expression.

Clara met his gaze, and despite the words of refusal lingering on her lips, she couldn't bring herself to say them. She looked down at the key in her hand, then carefully tucked it away.

Looking back at Alexander, she smiled. "Alright. I'll hold onto it for now. If you need it back, just let me know."

When she agreed, a hint of relief and warmth flashed in his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Sure."

"Well, I'd better go inside," Clara said before remembering something. "Oh, your scarf!"

She quickly reached for it to return it, but Alexander didn't take it.

Instead, he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, trying to act casual. "You can keep it. It's new. Don't worry. I just wore it for a little while when I got here. Hope you don't mind."

Clara hadn't really noticed it before, but now, hearing him say that, she took a good look at the scarf in her hands.

It was brand new, soft to the touch like pure cashmere, with no sign of it ever being worn. The design was neutral, something anyone could wear without it looking out of place.

For a brief moment, Clara wondered if she was overthinking things.

Had Alexander always planned to give her the scarf? Had he said that just to make sure she would accept it?

However, she caught herself. They had only just met. Why would he go through so much trouble for her?

Back in the ward, Clara neatly folded the scarf and set it aside. Then, she picked up the ball of yarn she had prepared and began knitting.

She had just started when footsteps echoed from the hallway. Soon after, there was a knock at the door.

Since Alexander had just left, it was unlikely he had come back. Clara instinctively thought it might be Wren returning, or perhaps a doctor or nurse coming to deliver medication or check on her.

She responded, "Come in."

The door opened.

Clara heard the steady, assured footsteps entering, definitely the stride of a man.