The Day Our Promise Breaks

Evelyn had loved Charles for a decade. She was too familiar with his scent.

The moment he kissed her, she recognized him immediately. Her initial panic and fear faded away, leaving only an endless chill. Evelyn turned her face away with a frosty expression, resisting Charles' imposing kiss.

Her resistance only intensified the darkness in Charles' eyes. He forcefully turned her face back towards him and leaned down for another kiss.

Charles had a threatening aura about him, and it was mixed with inexplicable anger.

Was he doing this because she had caused Dahlia to feel slighted in the coffee shop? Was he here to avenge his beloved?

Evelyn's resistance grew stronger. The grip on her was tight, and Evelyn couldn't escape. She could only clench her teeth, keep his burning breath out, and refuse to let him invade her mouth. At the same time, her body struggled more fiercely. She raised her hands to push and hit him.

However, the inherent strength disparity between them meant she couldn't shake Charles in the slightest, even with all her might. Her hands had just been raised when Charles pinned them above her head with one hand.

This position brought their bodies even closer. So close that she could distinctly feel Charles' burning desire.

him, but she's lying on the leather chair, and there

anger, and through clenched teeth, she managed to say, "Charles, let

smirk appeared

No right?

had

had on

winced in pain, her lips parted slightly, and Charles took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

again, but the moment she moved, Charles skillfully avoided it. He deepened the kiss even more, and it became

was forced to endure it. Then Charles finally released her swollen lips,

not let go. Instead, he bit her earlobe gently. His voice was cold as ice. "Evelyn, did you ever

sneered, "Do you

her claims of innocence or of not knowing how she had ended

and not in his right