NovelUpdateChapter 289 "You're honestly the easiest patient I've ever had. If there's any-" Elsa started, then suddenly stopped mid- sentence.
Her eyes lit up as they landed on the white scarf on the table. "He actually finished it!" she exclaimed.
Clara blinked, following Elsa's gaze. When she saw the item on the table, her heart skipped a beat, especially after recalling Elsa's earlier words.
She looked at Elsa and asked with uncertainty, "Are you tellingthat Wren knitted this scarf himself?" Elsa was oblivious to the change in Clara's expression. She blinked in surprise. "Yeah, didn't you know?" A trace of confusion flickered across Clara's face. She just couldn't imagine Wren doing something like hand- knitting a scarf.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, her mind couldn't help but drift to all the things Wren had done for her in the past.
Wren had once been the typical pampered young heir, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He had never needed to do anything for himself. If he wanted something, someone else would take care of it—until he brought her into the Zachman family.
She watched him fumble through taking care of her. She had seen him, someone who had never set foot in a kitchen before, as he juggled his studies while learning from top chefs how to cook, all so he could take better care of her.
His hands were burned by hot oil. Yet, what concerned him wasn't the pain but whether the dish he made would suit her taste.
When she had period cramps, he took toff work to stay hand care for her, even going online to learn how to make ginger tea to relieve her discomfort. He even washed her bloodstained clothes by hand.
There were so many things she once thought Wren would never do. However, tand again, he broke his own rules for her, learning and doing things he never would have before.
And so, she had drowned in this gentle dream, lost in this illusion of warmth.
It wasn't until Ivy's arrival that her dream was shattered, making Clara question herself and no longer dare to hope.
When she saw the the scarf today, she vaguely suspected it might have been knitted by Wren, but she didn't have the courage to think about it. The thought was quickly shut down by the voice in her mind before it could fully form.
She could no longer bring herself to trust Wren, let alone care about him again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmElsa watched her expression, thinking that maybe Wren hadn't had a chance to tell her or felt too shy to do so. Elsa couldn't help but speak up for him, saying Yesterday, Mr.
Zachman ctowith the unfinished scarf and asked me.
teach him how to knit it. I was surprised, too. He must have felt bad seeing you work so hard, so he wanted to finish it for you while you rested." She smiled and continued, "I taught him, and just before he left, he suddenly askedif I knew what patterns girls like these days and if I could help him out.
"I guessed he was planning to knit one for you. When I saw how sincere A saw he was, agreed. He went and got the yarn and askedto show him how to make it look nicer."
She paused briefly before adding, "By I then, it was getting late, and I told him he wouldn't finish itDin one night, so he should go hand rest. Yet, he insisted that he didn't have tand left with the materials." Clara froze for a moment as it finally dawned on her why Wren had looked so drained earlier. He hadn't slept all night.
When Elsa sa Clara's lack of response and the absence of surprise on her face her smile slow faded. She gave Clara a puzzled look and began defending Wren again, "Ms. Salford, please don't think I'm prying, but I don't know what happened between you and your brother.
"However, he really dotes on you. I've never seen a brother care for his sister this much."
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