Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 280

Shirley's tone shifted, and she gently held Carlisle's bandaged hand in her own, looking at him with concern.

"But... Carlisle," she began, her voice trembling with emotion. "I care about you. You've done so much for this family, working so hard to keep Zachman Group running, yet Katrina still doesn't understand."

She paused before continuing, "There is nothing between us. We've explained this to her countless times, yet she still refuses to trust you. Now, she's threatening divorce just to force me and Ivy to leave.

"You've done everything to calm her down, but she hasn't once considered your feelings. Instead, she hurts you and refuses to come home!"

She took a breath, trying to downplay the hurt she felt. "I'm a woman, too, Carlisle. I understand what she's doing. She's just trying to pressure you. She doesn't really want a divorce.

"But if she's only targeting me, fine, I can handle that. After all, I'm just a guest in the Zachman family. She's the lady of the house. I get it-I'm supposed to tolerate her, but I can't stand seeing her hurt you, making you this upset."

Tears welled in Shirley's eyes as she lowered her gaze. Her well-maintained face was twisted with both frustration and concern. She wrapped her arms tightly around Carlisle, her voice trembling with emotion. "Carlisle, I can't bear to see you suffer like this anymore."

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, then slowly lifted her head from his chest to sneak a glance at his face. When she saw Carlisle remain silent, her confidence faltered.

made a decisive choice. After all, Katrina wasn't home, and

hate seeing you upset. Let me stay with you, okay?" Shirley asked, intimately wrapping her arms around

on tiptoe, tentatively leaning in to kiss

away, a loud cough suddenly

arm away from Carlisle's body. A flicker of resentment and frustration flashed in her eyes

calmly straightened his rumpled suit, then slowly turned his head toward the stairs. His face was half-covered

a light mauve shawl draped over her shoulders. Her cold, sharp gaze locked onto

Carlisle's eyes, she clenched her jaw, seething with disappointment. She took a deep breath, trying her best to tamp down the burning rage in her

with disdain and contempt. If looks could kill, she would have wanted to tear Shirley,

adjusted her clothes, but

but

at this hour,

out to