Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 139

A surge of inexplicable emotion welled up in Carlisle’s chest, his eyes reddening as he glared at Katrina with gritted teeth. “Divorce? Don’t think about it. I won’t agree.”

katrina hurrowed het brows in sumprise. There was a fabut, u cking suvile hugging at her lips, “Carlisle, haven’t you always wanted to marry Shirley to make up for those regrets from your youth? I’m willingly stepping aside now what’s these to disagree with?”

des this sounds? How

“I’ve already told you that there’s nothing between me and Shirley! Stop this nonsense!” he snapped, his frustration mounting. “Do you know how ridiculous will Shirley and Ivy hold their heads high if someone finds out?”

Katrina let out a cold, sardonic laugh, “Oh, now you care about appearances? Where was this concern when you were parading her around town?

“Everyone in the social circles of Phappolis knows Shirley is your mistress. What’s the point of pretending to be virtuous now? Don’t you think that’s a bit hypocritical?

Her words struck a nerve, igniting the fury simmering within Carlisle. He barked, “Enough! Can you let go of the past already? I’ve treated you more than fairly–don’t push your

Jack!”

Disappointment filled Katrina’s gaze, though she no longer held any expectations for Carlisle.

“If that’s how you teel, then sign the divorce agreement, Once it’s done, I won’t be in your way anymore!

word “divorce” made Carlisle’s expression darken further. He felt an unshakable irritability clawing at him. “I won’t sign the

she might say something even more unbearable, Carlisle stormed

a car starting echoed

her eyes fell on the shredded divorce papers in the trash. Frustration churned in her

decided to end this marriage, but

him, so why wouldn’t be just let her go?

agree now, she would wait. Eventually, he would tire of this tight and relent. She just had

days, Clara hadn’t seen Wen at all. It was as if

returning home in the evenings

simple and uneventful, but for once, it

finished teaching vocabulary and text lessons but felt her throst growing sore. She asked the students to read and memorize on their own while she stepped out to the

no more than three or

sound of a

the door, she heard a

Who said you could touch it?

the room. What

heated fight. One of them, wearing a thin, wom sweater, had his classmate by the collar, his eyes