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?"

rose and walked swiftly to Charles, naturally

icy, piercingly cold. His anger was evident,

her. She said softly, "Charles, don't be angry. Evelyn didn't do

was the apple of Charles' eye. She

her for many years. It wasn't until eight years ago, when

believe that, in her efforts to ruin them, Evelyn

mattered. Evelyn was done with Charles, so she had called him over. She

her and disrupting her normal

I have officially broken up. Just keep whatever he leaves at your place.

longer and walked away. She didn't