Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren)



Chapter 34

Wren held his phone, his expression dark as a storm cloud. He lashed out when he heard the last sentence from Carlisle, kicking the nearby table. A vase on top of it crashed to the floor with a loud smash, scattering shards everywhere.

A bitter smirk played on his lips as he growled, "What is she? A spoiled brat? Does she not have legs to get herself there?"

"Wren!" Carlisle's voice on the other end of the call shot up, sharp with shock and disbelief. "How can you talk like "noveldrama

Wren didn't let him finish. He had zero patience left. He ended the call with a swipe and bolted out of the house without looking back.

Behind him, James watched his retreating figure and let out a heavy sigh. Turning to the housekeepers, he started giving orders.

"Clean this up. And listen. What just happened stays in this house. If I catch anyone running their mouths about it, there will be consequences." His steely gaze swept over the group, leaving no room for argument.

The housekeepers, all too familiar with James' authority, nodded quickly and echoed their agreement.

James scanned their faces and was satisfied that they understood his command. These housekeepers were well-paid and knew better than to cause trouble. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed them. "Get to your business."

As they scattered, James glanced toward the front door, his face heavy with concern. In a low voice, he murmured, "Mr. Zachman, this is all I can do for you."

his mind was

Wren had no idea what unfolded behind him after he left the villa. Right now, I racing with only one thought-finding Katrina and getting answers about Clara's whereabouts.

Anything else could wait. He didn't have the energy to care.

When his car screeched to a stop in front of the office building, Wren jumped out and made a beeline inside.

He'd been to Hayworth Corporation a few times before. This was the company Clara's parents had built together. After their passing, Katrina had taken over and managed it ever since.

The elevator dinged as it stopped on the eighth floor. Wren stormed out and headed straight for Katrina's office.

Her secretary, Stella Jennings, was caught off guard and quickly stepped forward to block him because she didn't recognize Wren.

"Sir, you can't just barge in like this. You need-"

Stella didn't even finish the sentence before Liam intervened, recognizing Wren and pulling her back.

Wren pushed on, unbothered. When he reached Katrina's office door, he didn't even think to knock. He shoved it open and walked in.

Katrina was sitting behind her desk, leaning back with her eyes closed, looking utterly drained.

The abrupt intrusion made her snap to attention. She opened her eyes, and when she saw Wren, a flicker of surprise crossed her face. "You're back from Havenbrook?"

Wren shut the door behind him and trudged toward her desk, his steps heavy. His pale face reflected exhaustion and frustration.

"Katrina," he started, his voice thick with emotion, "did you tell Clara to move out of the house?"

Katrina studied his face, her expression turning serious. Realization dawned on her as she spoke, her voice steady but firm, "So, you found out. Yes, Clara's moved out. She won't be going back to your place again. She won't bother you anymore."

Wren's legs nearly gave out. He caught himself by grabbing the edge of the desk, his knuckles white as he steadied his swaying body.

"Why did she leave?" he asked, his bloodshot eyes filled with anguish. His voice cracked as he continued, "Is it because I'm getting engaged? That house is hers, too. She didn't have to leave."