NovelsFreeand sat down that he realized why: she had no Chapter 97 Watching as Clara walked out with a plate of pasta for someone else, Wren felt his heart sink into a pit of bitterness. She used to do these little things for him bringing him cofler during his late nights, cooking meals when he worked himself to exhaustion. But now, her kindness was reserved for someone else.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo this was what it felt like, be thought, watching the person you loved pour their care into someone else. The ache clawed at his chest, and his jealousy bubbled so Bercely that it bordered on madness And then it hit him- how had she felt all those times he and Ivy had flaunted their relationship right in front of her, acting as though she didn't exist as though her feelings didn't matter? s his own own.daling The realizationtere at him. The pain die felt now was Clara tumed not long after, not lingering with that man for more than a few ininutes. Not even those brief moments had dragged on for Wren, each second stretching like anetemity, Wren forced himself to smile when she walked back in, trying desperately to mask the storm inside him.
"I made dinert," he said, his tone almost cheerful as he reached for the bowl in front of him. He placed a piece of chicken onto her plate, his eyes searching hers." You used to love my chipotle chicken. Try them. See if they still taste the same." cicapided up the piece of chicken and chewed slowly. It lasted overly sweet and had a strange, bitter aftertaste. It was not at all like what she remembered. The last tWren had made this dish for her was years ago, long before Ivy cinto the picture. Back then, it had been perfect she wallowed the bite, forcing herself to smile. "It's good. Just like before." Warm and tender, just like his Wren's face lit up, and for a moment, she saw a glimpse of the man who used to be her world. "I'm glad you like it. I'll make it for you more often, I promise." He added more food to her plate, watching her eat as though her approval was all he needed. But his expression faltered when he took a bite of the ribs himself. The Lastewasn't right-wasn't the sat all The weight of it crushed him-the realization that nothing about them was the sanymore. His hands trembled as he set his fork down, the light in his eyes After dinner, Clara showed him to the small room she used as a study. The space was sparse-just a narrow bed and a desk pushed against the wall. She had cleared the bed and brought in fresh bedding "This will love to do for tought,” she said, her voice neutral. "Their sabus to town tomorrow morning. You can catch it and head to the airport from there. Make mote you have volg ticket ready When's that tightened as he stared at her "You really wantgone, don't you?" claca turned away, not meeting his eyes. "Goodnight," she said, walking out and shutting the door behind her. The sound of the door clicking shut felt final, like a barrier lockang bom out of her world for good.
When sat heavily on the bed, his head in his hands. The ache in his chest was unbeatable, but when his eyes wandered, they landed on something in the comer Curiosity got the better of him. He walked over, besitting as his hand hovered over the draped cloth He kore be shouldn't He knew that whatever was underneath would only bring him more pain. But he couldn't stop himself dra sharp tug, he pulled the cloth away. What be saw inade lus bratli catch.
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