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!

Carlisle’s expression darken further. He felt an unshakable irritability clawing at him. “I won’t sign the paper. Forget it. Stop dreaming

stormed out of

the sound of a car starting echoed outside,

as her eyes fell on the shredded divorce

decided to end this marriage, but Carlisle refused

had no more value to offer him, so why wouldn’t be

now, she would wait. Eventually, he would tire of this

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

usual–traching at school and returning home in the evenings to teach Alexander how to cook.

but for once, it gave

her last class of the day, Clara finished teaching vocabulary and text lessons but felt her throst growing sore. She asked the students to read and memorize on their

gone no more than three or four

sound of a commotion

heard a boy yelling, his voice raw with anger,

it back! Who said you could

skipped a beat as she quickened her pace into the room. What she saw made her stop

the back of the classroom, two boys were in the middle of a heated fight. One of them, wearing a thin, wom