The Day Our Promise Breaks

At that moment, she looked into his eyes, which reflected her own image. Summoning her courage, she walked over. She kicked the bullies a few times. Her legs were still shaky, making her kicks feeble and ineffective. Charles let out a soft scoff, "You're utterly useless." As his words fell, he lifted his foot and stomped down hard on the waist of the bully, who attempted to assault her.

Charles incapacitated him completely.

In that instant, Evelyn could clearly hear her heart pounding, like it was about to leap out of her chest. Her heart had just begun to awaken to love, and now she harbored a secret. A secret about Charles.

Once upon a time, Charles had been so good to her, but all that changed after Dahlia appeared.

Evelyn forcefully closed her eyes, pushing down the tumultuous emotions inside her.

When she opened her eyes again, she was calm. She leaned against the wall, struggling to stand up.

Limping step by step, she moved closer to the man, raising her leg with all her remaining strength. She wanted to stomp down hard on the man's waist as payback for harassing her.

Amidst his agonized screams, her legs gave out, and her body slumped. This time, she did not fall to the ground because an arm encircled her waist from behind, pulling her into an embrace and lifting her off her feet.

At that moment, Evelyn was too weak to struggle. Charles carried her to his car parked by the roadside. Standing by the car, he called the police.

The police arrived quickly. After giving her statement, Evelyn left the police station at nearly midnight.

She was about to call a taxi when Charles' car stopped in front of her. His cool, indifferent voice reached her. "Get in."

"No, thank you." Evelyn didn't move.

Charles' expression darkened. "What, wasn't what happened earlier enough for you? Do you want to experience it again?"

lingered. Evelyn didn't insist any further. She put

got in, she heard a scoff. Evelyn paused as she was buckling her seatbelt. She was about to get out, but the car suddenly started moving. She was unsteady, so she reached out to stabilize herself

station wasn't far

minutes, the car stopped. Evelyn got out and went

home, she collapsed

there for a while before getting up

bed. As her

fear and despair were inescapable and lingered in her mind. Every time she closed her eyes,

table. The bottle of wine Adam had

soothing nerves, allowing her a good night's sleep. She opened the bottle and poured herself a glass, drinking

she was noticeably tipsy. Her thoughts became muddled. While she was still slightly conscious, Evelyn pushed herself

taken a few steps when she heard the door open. Instinctively, she turned her head and saw a figure at

It was Charles.

was too dizzy. The room was spinning, and even Charles appeared

vision. Instead, she made herself stagger and fall forward

his arms around

now drunk and without her usual sharpness. She was unexpectedly docile. She leaned softly against Charles, her breath carrying a rich red

bobbed as a hint of

of the sofa, her loose nightgown twisting. With just one look, Charles' breath hitched, a

with a "thud" as Charles gripped Evelyn's chin and leaned down to

kisses were

turned chaotic under his assault. When she got drunk, her brain ceased