The Day Our Promise Breaks

Evelyn lifted her leg and kicked Charles hard on the shin.

Charles was caught off guard. The pain made him gasp, involuntarily stepping back.

Evelyn pushed him hard, sending Charles tumbling onto the toilet seat. Seizing the moment, she pulled open the bathroom door and quickly left.

Charles emerged from the stall shortly after. Standing at the door, his gaze on Evelyn's retreating figure was like that of a hunter eyeing his prey, wishing he could devour her then and there.

Not far away, Dahlia stood hidden behind some greenery. Her hands were clenched tightly.

Whether it was five years ago or five years from now, everyone knew Charles loved Dahlia because he showered her with endless favoritism.

However, he had never looked at Dahlia with such intensity.

...

When Evelyn returned, dinner had already been served for a while. Brooks hadn't started eating and was waiting for her.

"Mr. Brooks, I'm sorry," Evelyn apologized.

"It's okay." Brooks' gaze lingered on Evelyn's swollen lips for a second before he looked away.

Evelyn, trying to hide her embarrassment, lowered her head as she ate, her ears turning red. She had fixed her clothes on the way back, but the swollen lips, clearly kissed by Charles, were unmistakable to the discerning eye. By the time dinner was finished, it was almost 10 PM.

Brooks was paying the bill when he said to Evelyn, "Let me give you a ride."

"Thank you, Mr. Brooks."

Evelyn didn't refuse and waited aside for him. Suddenly, a forceful grip seized Evelyn's wrist, pulling her away from Brooks and into a familiar chest.

Charles gripped Evelyn's waist tightly, pressing her against him as he coldly addressed Brooks, "She's my woman. I'll take care of her myself. Mr. Brooks, you need not trouble yourself."

Charles forcibly

silently let it fall back to his side. He knew

love for Charles was

few steps away from Brooks. She tried to pry Charles' hand off, hissing. "Charles, I'm not your woman. Let

his grip tightening

or pulled, he wouldn't let go, forcefully dragging her outside. Evelyn couldn't help but sneer, "Charles,

the restroom and found Charles gone, so she immediately followed. She saw

was about to drag Evelyn away, Dahlia thought of the scene she witnessed outside the restroom,

swayed, appearing

complexion and her collapsing figure, quickly let go of Evelyn's hand, and caught Dahlia before she hit

Dahlia fainted and slumped into his arms. Charles immediately lifted her in his arms and briskly walked

go of Evelyn, who had been struggling violentl, she was thrown off balance and crashed into a vase. The vase shattered upon hitting the

hand landed on the

pain made Evelyn cry

"Ms. Evelyn..."

but couldn't do it in

he rushed to Evelyn's side, her face was pale with fear. She stared at her blood-covered hand, her voice trembling as she said, "My

okay. I'll take you to the hospital." Brooks moved

hand would be ruined. She had promised Charlie she would become a great designer. Her hand couldn't be ruined. "Ms. Evelyn,

her in

...

The doctor carefully examined

not damaged. You can be at ease. Stay overnight for observation,

had been

admission procedures, and she

well." Brooks instructed before dimming the ward's lights

The ward door closed.