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.

to purchase your latest design for one

price is too

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

time is worth it. Why wouldn't

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

Brooks a genuinely

before taking one more

up with tears. Charlie could finally

stood up, bid

...

composure, Evelyn

sink, a strong hand suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her into the adjacent men's restroom. "Charles, have you lost your mind? Let go of

expression changed instantly. She

dragged in, she closed her eyes. She didn't see the yellow

"Click-"

stall door locked, and Charles forcefully pressed Evelyn against the

a chilling coldness. His actions were domineering, barely concealing his possessiveness

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

very nervous. She lowered her voice, staring

to that? I haven't said yes, and

icy. He looked like he could devour

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

to make

scoffed in her heart and mercilessly replied, "Yes. I

sentence, Charles seized her jaw

glared fiercely at Charles, and