Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren)

"Is he going to Longfield, too?" Clara thought. It was understandable for her to be surprised. After all, the man did not fit in at all.

However, she did not think much about it. Seeing he was taking a nap, she quietly sat in the empty seat.

More people entered the bus, crowding the vehicle. Finally, the driver started the engine.

The bumpy ride and the smell of the bus made Clara feel a little nauseous. Soon, she dozed off. When the bus made a sharp turn, her head rested on the man's shoulder. Alexander Sinclair's eyes flew open as a cold gardenia scent entered his nostrils. Turning his head, he frowned when he saw the woman resting her head on his shoulder. He recognized Clara, and he wondered if she was following him. Disgusted, Alexander pushed her head away. "Get away."

Clara woke up with a start. When she heard Alexander's annoyed voice, she quickly glanced at him and realized what had happened. She thought he was rather fierce. Looking away, Clara apologized, "Sorry." However, her voice sounded nasal because she had just woken up.

Alexander glanced at Clara's innocent face and snickered, his expression becoming more sour. He thought she behaved just like the woman he knew-equally annoying. Alexander opened the window and crossed his arms, looking out without paying Clara any more attention.

Seeing he was in a bad mood, Clara said nothing else to avoid trouble. The cold wind soothed her nausea, making her feel more awake.

It took one and a half hours to reach Longfield. Once the door opened, people began getting off with their things.

Clara held on to her suitcase and followed the crowd out of the bus. Suddenly, someone bumped into her. As she was falling, someone from behind reached out and helped her up. She turned around to find an honest-looking middle-aged man behind her.

The man laughed and stuffed the item he was holding into his pocket. "I'm sorry, young lady. I lost my balance."

Clara simply thought it was because of the crowd that caused the accident. "It's okay."

As she lifted her gaze, she spotted Alexander standing behind the middle-aged man.

The second she turned around, she heard the familiar voice saying, "How stupid."

Confused, Clara turned to face Alexander again.

Crossing his arms, he let out a scoff. "You didn't even realize you lost something? How do you survive being this oblivious?"

Clara was briefly stunned. Suddenly, she realized something and touched her pockets to find they were empty. Her purse was missing.

She instantly lifted her head and stared at the honest-looking man.

Although Clara did not have any evidence, she had her purse with her during the ride. Other than Alexander, the man was the only person she bumped into on the bus. "Give it back," said Clara, putting her hand out in front of the middle-aged man.

Instantly, the man's kind expression changed. He straightened his back and glared at Clara. "Give what back? Hurry up and get off the bus instead of being in the way." Not only was the man refusing to admit his doing, but Clara also had no evidence. Worried he might run away, she had no choice but to get the driver's help. "Mister, I lost my purse. Could you drive us to the police station?" she asked.

After all, the police station should not be too far away in such a small town.