Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren)

Shirley's eyes reddened with anger. She had to force a smile and hide her frustration under Carlisle's gaze. "How could I forget what you told me? Don't worry. Once Katrina comes back, I'll endure whatever she does to me. I won't trouble you anymore."

Carlisle happily patted her face and took a card from his wallet, handing it to her. "You're so considerate. Since I promised to take care of you and Ivy, I won't treat you poorly.

"I know this might cause you some discomfort, but here's a card. You can buy whatever you want with it. If it's not enough, just let me know."

Greed surged in Shirley's eyes as she stared at the card. Her fingers twitched, aching to take it. But the moment she met Carlisle's gaze, she froze. Swallowing the sting in her heart, she forced herself to push the card back.

She gritted her teeth, suppressing the greed within. With a forced smile, she said, "No need, Carlisle. You've already done so much for us these past years. How could I ask for more?

"Besides, I'm more than willing to bear some hardship for you. You don't need to compensate me. As long as you remember my kindness, that's all I need."

Shirley gazed at Carlisle with admiration in her eyes. Although every word she spoke was sincere, with no trace of insincerity, her mind was still preoccupied with the card.

Last time, she had turned down the one-million-dollar check Carlisle offered to prove she cared about him, not his money. Yet in the end, he still insisted on giving it to her.

Shirley couldn't help but hope Carlisle would do the same again. That way, not only would she get the money, but she would also create a favorable image in his mind. However, she saw Carlisle slide the card back into his wallet.

A flash of shock crossed Shirley's face. She clearly hadn't expected this move from Carlisle.

Over the years, Carlisle had always been generous with her, and that card likely held at least a million dollars. However, for someone like him, that amount was nothing.noveldrama

Given Carlisle's status, he never took back anything he had given. Shirley couldn't understand why he had taken the card back this time.

Shirley's expression stiffened. Her heart was filled with unwillingness and frustration. To maintain her image, she couldn't bring herself to ask Carlisle to return the card. She could only watch as he put his wallet away and looked at her.

"Don't worry. Katrina knows how to

handle things. She won't make

things difficult for you," Carlisle said, ingly unaware of the change in Shirley's expression.

He glanced down at his watch and added, "If you're free, you can calla friend and go out. Just don't get into any arguments with my mother. I have things to take care of, so I'll be leaving now."

With that, he turned and walked away without looking back.

Shirley stood frozen, stunned by how abruptly he left. She quickly called out, "Carlisle!"

However, Carlisle didn't stop.

The driver, who had been waiting by the car, immediately opened the car door for him when he saw him approach.

Shirley could only watch helplessly as Carlisle got into the car. Throughout it all, Carlisle didn't once glance back at her.

Shirley gritted her teeth, but her eyes were filled with resentment and frustration.

In the past four years, this was the first time Carlisle had completely ignored her. A suffocating fear of losing everything crushed her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She turned to look at the luxurious surroundings of the Zachman residence. Her

gaze was filled with reluctant longing, greed, and swelling ambition.

If she couldn't become Mrs. Zachman, then she would make sure no other woman could, either.

A ruthless glint flashed across her face. As soon as she saw the car outside start to move, she quickly put on her shoes and rushed out.

Shirley picked a sleek, understated black car from the garage, started the engine, and quietly followed Carlisle's car.

She had eavesdropped the night before and overheard that Carlisle had locked Katrina up. Knowing this, how could she not understand Carlisle's intentions?