Chapter 287

Clara had asked Wren for help before, but after not knitting for so long, she had become quite rusty. Clara lowered her gaze, hiding the faint emotion in her eyes, and folded the scarf before placing it into the glove compartment bag. She then began to pack her things. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Clara walked over and opened it. Wren stood outside, holding a thermos. When he saw it was Clara who opened the door, he smiled slightly. "Why aren't you sleeping a bit longer?" Clara shook her head and looked at Wren. "I saw the scarf you knitted. It's beautiful. Thank you." Wren's smile deepened, thinking she was referring to the one he had given her. He reached up and patted her head. "I'm glad you like it. I made you breakfast. After you're done, I'll handle your discharge paperwork." Clara wanted to pull away from his touch, but Wren quickly retracted his hand, noticing her reluctance. A hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes. "Come on in," Wren said, smiling bitterly