NovelStartChapter 288 Wren's expression darkened.
He knew "not needing anything" was just Clara's excuse. She simply didn't want to accept the things he gave her, but she had accepted Alexander's.
The thought of it made his heart ache. It was painful and bitter.
He looked at Clara, and the sorrow and disappointment in his eyes nearly spilled over.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMeeting his gaze, Clara's fingers curled slightly at her side. She looked away without saying anything.
Wren caught her subtle retreat, and his smile turned bitter. He decided to change the subject. "Breakfast is getting cold. You should sit down and eat." Clara couldn't quite pinpoint the emotions surging in her heart. She pursed her lips and walked over to sit down and eat.
Wren watched her eat in silence. His heart still ached, but his eyes held a trace of longing.
He was leaving Larkston soon, and every second spent with her now felt precious.
Wren didn't disturb her again. He pulled up a chair beside her, took out his phone, and started dealing with work remotely, though his peripheral vision kept drifting toward Clara. Perhaps his gaze was too intense, for even though Clara didn't look up, she could still feel it on her.
She kept her head down and pretended not to notice.
She ate slowly, savoring each bite, but before long, she had finished her meal. After wiping her mouth, she packed everything up and stood to take it to the sink to clean.
Wren had been keeping an eye on her the whole time. Seeing her about to leave with the dishes, he put down his phone and stood up.
"Just leave them. I'll take them back to wash later. You still need to finish packing, and it's getting late. I'll go handle your discharge paperwork," he said.
Hearing that, Clara didn't insist. "Alright." Wren nodded and left the room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmClara immediately started packing up her clothes and other belongings. She had only been in the hospital a few days, so there wasn't much.
After packing everything, she couldn't find the black scarf Alexander had given her yesterday. She Clearly remembered leaving it beside her, so where had it gone? Clara searched the room again, but it was nowhere to be found. Just as a thought crossed her mind, a knock on the door interrupted her train of thought.
She turned around to see Elsa Young, the nurse who had been giving her I injections these past few days, standing at the door and peeking inside. "Elsa, you're here," Clara greeted her.
Elsa smiled and walked in. She and Clara had becquite familiar over the past few days, and their conversation was casual.
"I was just passing by and saw you packing up. I thought I'd cin and say hello. Got everything packed? Didn't forget anything, did you?" Elsa asked as she glanced around the room.
Though she didn't see Wren, she spotted the familiar thermos on the table and smiled. 'I didn't see Mr. Zachman. Did he go to take care of your discharge papers?" Elsa had been helping another patient with their bandages, so she hadn't run into Wren.
"Yeah, everything's packed. I'm sorry for the trouble these past few days," Clara said with a smile.
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