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 stood and

...

Evelyn. She sent all

prepared. It wasn't her first

was willing to serve the

her cook, they'd better prepare to eat

an expressionless face, she tied on an apron and

and a burning hot body

the countertop, his deep, husky voice in her ear. "What were you just

shrank her neck from the heat, her hands on

against Charles' chest. She was about to push him away, when Dahlia's voice came

returned but did not find Charles in the upstairs study. She came downstairs and asked

hands slid slowly up his chest, hooking around his neck. Her body leaned back

showed in her

beauty in every sense. Those eyes

was as if