Even though Shirley was both exhausted and sleepy, she didn't go back to her room to sleep. She needed to see Carlisle come back in order to feel at ease.
"I called you so many times tonight, and you didn't pick up…" Shirley said with a pout.
Her eyes were red from exhaustion, making her look even more pitiful.
She grabbed Carlisle's arm, feeling both wronged and guilty. "Are you still mad at me for going to the company today without telling you? Did I make Katrina misunderstand us?
"If Katrina refuses to come home because of this, I'll personally apologize and explain to her. I'll bring her back, I promise. Just don't treat me coldly like you did today, and don't ignore my calls."
As she spoke, Shirley's eyes welled up with tears. "Carlisle, you're all I have now. If you're angry with me and refuse to talk to me, I honestly don't know what I'll do."
She leaned in and rested her head on his chest, looking completely vulnerable and dependent on him.
As Carlisle looked down at her, his gaze landed on her red-rimmed eyes. He paused for a moment, but his face showed no emotion.
When she leaned into his arms, his body stiffened for an instant, but he didn't push her away.
He stood there quietly, staring at Shirley, the woman he had pampered for so many years. Yet, for some reason, an overwhelming sense of irritation began to rise within him.
Too much had happened recently, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted. It felt like ever since he announced Wren and Ivy's marriage, nothing at home had gone smoothly. Even Katrina, who had always been so sensible, was now thinking about leaving him.
After Shirley finished speaking, she waited for Carlisle to comfort her.
In the past, Carlisle would always fall for her act. He couldn't stand to see her upset. As long as she cried, took the blame, and said a few soft words, he would always be on her side.
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