Chapter 147

Wren's movements were cautious and deliberate. He avoided direct contact with Clara's skin as much as possible. Fortunately, he had a habit of keeping a spare set of clothes in the car. After carefully removing Clara's wet clothes, he reached for the set of sportswear on the backseat and dressed her in it with utmost care. Though the sportswear was a bit thin for the season, it was far better than leaving her in drenched clothing. Wren had no dry clothes for himself. His own clothes were still dripping wet, clinging uncomfortably to his body, but he didn't dare hold Clara again for fear of soaking the clean, dry clothes he had just put on her. Once she was dressed, Wren wrapped her tightly in a blanket, tucking it carefully around her small frame. He gently laid her down on the seat, one hand supporting her head and shoulders to keep her in a stable position. In the faint light of the car, Wren's gaze fell on Clara's pale face, and his heart clenched with a pain that was nearly un