The Day Our Promise Breaks

Charles' breath hitched. The look in his eyes darkened as he gazed at Evelyn. Across from them, Dahlia's teeth were nearly grinding to dust. What a bitch...

"Who said you can sit down? Go make dinner already." Carmen's voice was cold and unyielding.

"Of course, Carmen." Evelyn slowly stood up, and before doing so, she released Charles' hand, her fingers trailing down his spine.

A tingling sensation spread through him, causing Charles' breath to hitch and his body to tense.

"Aunt Carmen, I'll go help too." Dahlia made a show of standing up.

Sena grabbed her. "Dahlia, there's no need for you to go. That's a servant's job. You're going to be the future Mrs. Jenkins. We can't have you doing such things, right, Charles?" "Uh-huh." Charles' gaze unnoticeably followed Evelyn, his response distracted.

Evelyn had just reached the kitchen door when she heard Charles' words. She paused for a moment, then continued on.

"Dahlia, let me take you and Sandy for a walk in the garden." Sena took Dahlia and Sandy by the hand.

"Charles, coming?" Dahlia asked.

things to handle." He

...

made things difficult for Evelyn. She sent all the kitchen staff away on various

was prepared. It

she was willing to serve the

they made her cook, they'd better prepare to

an expressionless face, she tied on an apron and began preparing the

outside, and a burning hot body pressed up against her

deep, husky voice

from the heat, her hands on the countertop

about to push him away, when Dahlia's voice came

the upstairs study. She

hooking around his neck. Her body

her eyes. Her rosy lips slightly parted as she

beautiful, a perfect beauty in every sense. Those eyes were innocent yet had a

was as if