Lancelot stared at Shirley questioningly, without moving.
One second she was urging him to kill Brian, the next she was putting on a tender facade, offering to stay and care for him.
Such a big contrast is so unreal. How could he believe it?
After a moment of contemplation, Lancelot shook his head slightly. "No need. I've already arranged for a caregiver. She will be here soon."
"Lancelot, you don't intend to continue living with Florence as if nothing happened, do you?"
"You should go home."
His lack of a direct answer was an implicit confirmation.
At that moment, a shadow fell over Shirley's eyes. She clenched her fists, blaming all her anxiety and anger on Florence.
What was so special about that woman? Why did Lancelot still want to be with her?
Recalling the intimate scene sh
