The Day Our Promise Breaks

At a restaurant, Brooks, ever the gentleman, gracefully pulled out a chair for Evelyn.

"Thank you." Evelyn expressed her gratitude as she took a seat.

Brooks was said to be the epitome of cultivation and chivalry, and indeed, his reputation was well-earned.

Brooks sat down.

After ordering their meals, neither of them spoke. Evelyn waited for Brooks to start a conversation about her work, but Brooks just kept gazing at her.

His gaze was gentle, not at all off-putting. Yet being stared at like this made Evelyn somewhat uncomfortable. She furrowed her brows slightly and met his gaze.

Her expression turned a bit cold. She wondered if he was playing with her. Could it be that his good reputation was undeserved, and he was actually a playboy? "Do you really not remember me?"

Just as Evelyn was secretly harboring doubts, Brooks spoke in a deep, unhurried, magnetic voice.

"Sorry?" Evelyn was puzzled and stared at Brooks.

What did he mean? Did they know each other?

"When do you plan to return my pen?" he asked again.

"What?" Evelyn was bewildered and completely at a loss.

Brooks' eyes dimmed slightly at her genuinely confused expression. Back then, Evelyn had eyes only for Charles.

"Never mind, I must have mistaken you for someone else." Brooks tactfully changed the subject.

Evelyn sat up straight, feeling a bit awkward.

would like to purchase your latest design for one million

too

"It's more than enough, Mr. Brooks.

this time is worth

Dahlia, feeling indignant on Evelyn's behalf. Evelyn picked up on it. Brooks slid

offering Brooks a genuinely grateful smile. "Mr. Brooks, thank you

check in her bag, zipping it up before taking one more glance at the million-dollar figure

with tears. Charlie could finally rest in

up, bid Brooks farewell, and headed

...

composure, Evelyn exited the

the communal sink, a strong hand suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her

She was both embarrassed

closed her eyes. She

"Click-"

door locked, and Charles forcefully pressed Evelyn against

a chilling coldness.

no ties with you now. What right do you have to care

was very nervous. She lowered her voice, staring at Charles

I haven't said yes, and you are finding someone else.

He looked like he could devour

his refusal to accept their breakup wasn't out of love. To him, she was only an object of desire,

one to make decisions. He could leave her, but not the other

mercilessly replied,

sentence, Charles seized her jaw

Charles,