It felt like a child longing for candy, waiting eagerly for it in their youth, only to never receive it. But just when they had given up, deciding never to taste it again, it suddenly appeared in their hands.

It was out of place.

At that moment, Clara felt like she was holding a piece of old candy. Had she gotten it when she was full of hope and joy, she would've been thrilled, treasuring it with all her heart.

But that wasn't the case.

So, when Wren said he didn't dislike her, Clara didn't feel happy. Instead, a wave of sadness and confusion washed over her.noveldrama

Why hadn't she heard this when she loved him so deeply and had been full of hope all those years ago?

Clara didn't understand, and frankly, she didn't want to anymore. She no longer dared to taste this old candy. Her feelings for it had been worn away by years of rejection, leaving only a faint memory she could now let go of. She sighed quietly, hiding her emotions as she walked into the kitchen. "Why are you still here?"

Wren had noticed her the moment she entered, but he didn't dare greet her. He feared Clara would crush his dreams as soon as he spoke, forcing him to face the painful truth that she didn't want him anymore.

At first, he had felt a flicker of hope when she stared at him silently. But as expected, despair took over once she spoke.

Wren took a deep breath, gripping the spatula tighter, and turned to offer a fake smile, pretending not to hear her.

He softly said, "Oh, Clara, you're back. I made some dishes you love. Go wash your hands, and we can eat soon."

Clara couldn't help but look at him with helplessness and amusement. It was like seeing him for the first time he had this uncanny ability to block out what he didn't want to hear.

How shameless. It felt as though their roles had completely reversed over the past four years.

A wave of bitterness surged inside her, but she pushed it down quickly.

"Are you happy like this? Staying here won't change anything. You'll have to go back to Phoypolis sooner or later."

Wren's smile faded, his expression bitter, even carrying a rare trace of helplessness. "But you won't come back with me. So, the only thing I can do is stay and be with you."

Clara had nothing more to say. She had already laid everything out for him-nothing was left to explain. For the first time, she realized how stubborn Wren was. "Where's your phone?"

"What?" Wren looked surprised.

Clara didn't ask again. She lifted his apron and easily pulled his phone from his pocket.

She typed in her birthday without thinking. However, just as she was about to change it to Ivy's birthday, the screen unlocked. She froze for a moment, emotions swirling inside her

She hadn't expected Wren to still use her birthday as his password. She thought he would've changed it to Ivy's by now.

Wren had been watching her with a

look of indulgence, but when he saw Clara diating Liam's number, he instinetively reached to grab the phone. "What are you doing?"

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She stepped back, keeping the phone out of his reach, and responded without looking up, "I'm calling Liam to book you a flight back."

She realized talking to Wren would no longer do any good, so she played the villain. The Zachman family would likely stir up a scene if he didn't leave soon.

Wren's expression darkened, his eyes stormy with barely contained frustration. He almost couldn't help but laugh at the calm tone Clara used.

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