The Day Our Promise Breaks

This statement was dripping with innuendo. Even more suggestive were the clothes in the shopping bag. It's a complete set of men's clothing, with the men's underwear deliberately placed on top. Dahlia was blatantly flaunting it to Evelyn. Last night, Charles had stayed over at her place.

Evelyn's gaze lingered on the underwear for a few seconds before shifting to Dahlia. Then, she saw Dahlia nonchalantly brush aside her shawl of long hair, revealing varying shades of marks on her neck. To anyone experienced, these were clearly love bites. Last night, Charles had slept with Dahlia. He couldn't find pleasure with Evelyn and immediately went to Dahlia.

Evelyn felt a slight sting in her heart. Dahlia was aiming to wound her soul.

She thought of her daughter, who had gone too soon, and her eyes grew colder. She slowly stood up, looking down at Dahlia with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "They're Charles' clothes, so you might as well give them directly to him. This isn't a recycling center." Dahlia was quite shocked at this response. Before she could react, a low pressure emanated from behind her.

Dahlia turned her head. Charles had appeared behind her at some point, his presence exuding a chilling coldness.

"Charles, how did you get here?"

walked swiftly to Charles, naturally standing by his

looking at Evelyn. His gaze was icy, piercingly cold. His anger was evident, and it was directed

softly, "Charles, don't

the apple of Charles' eye. She was exceedingly important to

until eight years ago, when Dahlia appeared with a token, that she

then on, Charles only had eyes for Dahlia, and Evelyn was cast as the cunning and malicious antagonist in their love story. Charles believe that, in her efforts to ruin them, Evelyn would resort

done with Charles, so she had called him over. She wanted to make things clear with

haunting her and disrupting

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walked away. She didn't spare Charles a glance the entire