Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren)

only just recovered from her fever and still looked a bit weak. So, Wren wasn't entirely at ease.

However, Clara had only

But now that he had revealed himself, he could take care of her personally.

"Alright. I'll have them all leave tomorrow," he said, following her lead. His gaze carried a touch of indulgence, a quiet land of affection. Seeing him agree, Clara found herself with nothing more to say,

It was already past midnight. She glanced out the window at the pitch-black night. "It's getting late. I'm going to sleep. You should rest, too." "Go ahead and sleep. I'm not tired." Wren adjusted her blanket with practiced ease, "I'll stay here tonight. If I get sleepy, I'll just nap for a bit."

He had always stayed by her side whenever she was sick. All these years, that hadn't changed.

Clace was prone to nightmares when she was ill, often waking with a pounding heart. When was worried she'd be terrified if no one were there when she woke up. Clara remembered that, too.

A brief silence fell between them before she swallowed the lump rising in her throat and looked up at him. "I'm not a child anymore. Even if I have nightmares, I won't be scared."noveldrama

Wren saw right through her forced bravado, and his heart ached.

He still remembered vividly how helpless and distressed she had looked last night, trapped in her nightmare. Even if there was nothing he could do, he wanted to be there. He needed to be there..

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me worry.

Clara shook her head, firm in her refusal. He wasn't in a position to stay up all night watching over her anymore.

Wren looked at her determined expression, feeling a wave of helplessness and an ache he couldn't quite put into words,

She had never drawn boundaries like this before: She had always relied on him when she was sick. She used to only sleep soundly when holding his hand.

But now, with her actions, she was telling him that she didn't need him anymore.

It was a hard pill to swallow. But he had no choice. After all, the one who had caused all of this was him. And he had to face the consequences.

Not wanting to turn this into an argument, Wren finally relented.

He stood up, looking down at her. "Alright, I'll go. Get some rest. If you need anything, call me,"

Clara let out a quiet breath of relief. She had expected him to give in so easily tole

When gave her a faint smale, then turned to leave. But just as he reached the door, something occurred to him.

"Cara, is there atradier at your school named Nina Foster?—

Clara froze. Her eyes flicked to him, imable to understand why he was suddenly asking

"Do you know her?" Hertone carried a hint of suspicion

about Nina.

Wren hesitated. Only then did he realize she still didn't low about his donation to the school or that he had substituted for her class today. But now that he'd brought it up, there was no taking it back