Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 93

Shirley but her lip, a wave of unease rising in her chest. Ti fell like she was losing control over someone she had always thought was firmly in her grasp. That thought alone was enough to make her pante.

She quickly smoothed her emotions, wiping at her teat streaked face, and looked up at Carlisle with red–rimmed eyes.

“It the Zachman family really can’t accept me and Ivy, then I don’t want to make things harder for you. Maybe it’s best if we just let Ivy’s engagement with Wren go Temonow, I’ll pack up and leave with her. We won’t ever come back”

y and made her way toward the door.

With that, Shirley stood abruptly a

Carlisle, who was growing increasingly imitated by her tears, suddenly froze at her words, As he watched her walk away, he panicked and quickly strode after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his chest

holding her close,

“You’re not going anywhere. Not without my say so,” he said firmly, holding

her voice rising. “What’s the point of staying? Katrina can’t stand me,

no reason or place to stay in this house. I won’t be humiliated

you want me to live through the

past, Memories of how Martha had intervened to separate him and Shirley all those years ago flooded his thoughts & wave of guilt and regret washed over him, rekindling

time. I’ll make this right for you and Ivy.

Carlisle started making promises – Weanne on everything he held dear and pledging more security for her and Ivy. It was only then that she relented,

a car Carlisle arranged, he made his way to

disdainful scot. “Well, look who finally remembered his mother exists. I thought you might have

darkened. He hated it when Mattha spoke to him

have to be so hersh? If it wasn’t for you tearing me and Shirley apart wears ago, we’d already be married. I’m just trying to

can’t

“You think I don’t know exactly what you’re up to? 1 tumed a blind eye to that woman for years because you were discreet enough not to enmatten the family. But now you want to use my grandson’s engagement to help her daughter? Over my dead body, Carlisle.†

Katrina sitting in the comer, her face a picture of indifference. Her refusal to meet his gaze only stoked his

clenched his fists, forcing himself to rein