Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 

Kattina had on desire to engage with Carlisle. The will to argue with him had long since drained away. 

Whatever terlings she had for him had eroded over time, worn down by his endless favoritism toward Shirley and her daughter. And when Clara was gone, badbumed through the last remnants of her patience. 

Carlisle 

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If they’d been more discreet, she might have tumed a blind eye and even considered salvaging their marriage. But now, with them flaunting their audacity, she was 

“There’s nothing to explain,” Katrina said flatly, her tone devoidot emotion. “Teame to tell you that all the guests have arrived. It’s time to go downstairs and get 

is were calm, her expression unchanging, as though she was speaking in a stranger 

Her words w 

Carlisle stared at her, trying to read her face, but there wasn’t eve 

even a trace of anger or jealousy in her eyes. Instead, he felt a growing sense of unease, a gnawing sensation that something was clipping away from him. 

That feeling imitated him, and his griponer a tightened unconsciously “I already told you, there’s nothing between Shirley and me. Why are you still angry?” Shirley’s face tumed an ugly shade as she clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms. 

“I’m not angry,” katrina replied every 

“It wou’re not angry, then why are you giving me this attitude? Carlisle snapped, his frustration boiling over. 

Belair kaltitia could answer, Shirley quickly stepped in, her voice soft and apologetic. “Katnia, it’s my fault. Please don’t be mad at Carlisle. I was just so worried about today’s 

‘s engagement party. 

“We still haven’t been able to reach Wren, and the guests are all here. I didn’t know how to handle it, so I came to Carlisle for help. I swear, it’s not what you think ” Shirley’s tone was laced with reigned sincerity, but her eyes betrayed her, darting toward Katrina with a look of smug triumph 

Katrina bilimled, startled for a split second, before letting out a bitter laugh. The accusation was so absurd that it was almost amusing. She didn’t need to guess who had planted that seed in his mind. 

“Of course,” she said, sam dipping from her voice. “Because anything she says must be true, right?” 

Carlile frowned, uncomfortable with her tone but unwilling to back down. He tried to sound firm but couldn’t quite muster his earlier aggression. “This isn’t the me for panes. Where is Wren? He won’t even answer my calli, Call him right now, in front of me.” 

Katrina didn’t bother arguing. She lose her words would fall on deaf ears–shirley’s insinuations always carried more weight. Instead, she calmly pulled out her place and dialed Wien 

time before it was finally answered.