Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren)

"You're honestly the easiest patient I've ever had. If there's any—" Elsa started, then suddenly stopped mid-sentence.noveldrama

Her eyes lit up as they landed on the white scarf on the table. "He actually finished it!" she exclaimed.

Clara blinked, following Elsa's gaze. When she saw the item on the table, her heart skipped a beat, especially after recalling Elsa's earlier words.

She looked at Elsa and asked with uncertainty, "Are you telling me that Wren knitted this scarf himself?"

Elsa was oblivious to the change in Clara's expression. She blinked in surprise. "Yeah, didn't you know?"

A trace of confusion flickered across Clara's face. She just couldn't imagine Wren doing something like hand-knitting a scarf.

However, her mind couldn't help but drift to all the things Wren had done for her in the past.

Wren had once been the typical pampered young heir, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He had never needed to do anything for himself. If he wanted something, someone else would take care of it—until he brought her into the Zachman family.

She watched him fumble through taking care of her. She had seen him, someone who had never set foot in a kitchen before, as he juggled his studies while learning from top chefs how to cook, all so he could take better care of her.

His hands were burned by hot oil. Yet, what concerned him wasn't the pain but whether the dish he made would suit her taste.

When she had period cramps, he took time off work to stay home and care for her, even going online to learn how to make ginger tea to relieve her discomfort. He even washed her bloodstained clothes by hand.

There were so many things she once thought Wren would never do. However, time and again, he broke his own rules for her, learning and doing things he never would have before.

And so, she had drowned in this gentle dream, lost in this illusion of warmth.

It wasn't until Ivy's arrival that her dream was shattered, making Clara question herself and no longer dare to hope.

When she

saw the

the scarf today, she vaguely suspected it might have been knitted by Wren, but she didn't have the courage to think about it. The thought was quickly shut down by the voice in her mind before it could fully form.

She could no longer bring herself to trust Wren, let alone care about him again.

Elsa watched her expression, thinking that maybe Wren hadn't had a chance to tell her or felt too shy to do so.

Elsa couldn't help but speak up for

him, saying Yesterday, Mr.

Zachman came to me with the unfinished scarf and asked me.

teach him how to knit it. I was

surprised, too. He must have felt bad seeing you work so hard, so he wanted to finish it for you while you rested."

She smiled and continued, "I taught him, and just before he left, he suddenly asked me if I knew what patterns girls like these days and if I could help him out.

"I guessed he was planning to knit one for you. When I saw how sincere he was, I agreed. He went and got the yarn and asked me to show him how to make it look nicer."

She paused briefly before adding, "By then, it was getting late, and I told him he wouldn't finish it in one night, so he should go home and rest. Yet, he insisted that he didn't have time and left with the materials."

Clara froze for a moment as it finally dawned on her why Wren had looked so drained earlier. He hadn't slept all night.

When Elsa sa Clara's lack of response and the absence of surprise on her face, her smile slowly faded. She gave Clara a puzzled look and began defending Wren again, "Ms. Salford, please

don't think I'm prying, but I don't

know what happened between you

and your brother.

"However, he really dotes on you. I've never seen a brother care for his sister this much."