The Day Our Promise Breaks

Charles' gaze, as deep and chilly as a winter lake, lingered on Evelyn's lips. He noted how they had turned a frosty shade of purple before he finally let her go. "Turn around!" Evelyn shot him a frosty look.

Charles chuckled quietly, amusement dancing in his eyes as he took in Evelyn's serious demeanor. His look seemed to say, "I've seen and touched every inch of you, so what's the point of turning around?"

Evelyn didn't say a word; she just kept her eyes on Charles until he eventually turned his back. Only then did she start peeling off her drenched jeans. She was still sneaking glances at him at first, but seeing his back gave her the confidence to continue. The jeans clung stubbornly to her skin, and as she bent to wrestle with them, her coat slipped from her shoulders.

Unbeknownst to her, the car window offered a reflection of her. Even blurred, Charles was all too familiar with the silhouette of Evelyn's body. Through the foggy glass, he caught glimpses of her, and memories flooded back of Evelyn's long, pale legs wrapped around his waist countless times. Soft and compliant, Evelyn would let him mold her into any position he desired, completely at his mercy.

Charles' eyes darkened, his desire barely restrained as his Adam's apple bobbed. His look turned predatory as if he could consume her whole in the next moment. Just as Evelyn managed to tug the soaked jeans from her legs, she sensed something and glanced up quickly. Seeing Charles still turned away, she thought she must have imagined it. But as she sat up, her eyes caught something in the window reflection-her own wide eyes and another hungry and intent pair-Charles'.

Their eyes met in the reflection, and Evelyn's eyes sparked with anger. In his desire-laden gaze, Charles' eyes also held a hint of amusement. He turned around leisurely, his handsome face unruffled, his gaze as frank and unapologetic as ever. He had never bothered to hide his desire for her.

Evelyn burned with frustration. The thought of having stripped down to her underwear in front of Charles was infuriating. Asking him to turn around looked like a joke. She flung her wet jeans at him in exasperation. "Charles, have you no shame?"

Charles caught the jeans easily and tossed them aside, his gaze returning to Evelyn, darkening as he recalled the brief glimpse of her bare skin. Evelyn, following his gaze,

coat had loosened

trying to shield herself from his bold stare. But the coat could only cover so much, leaving her ankles and feet exposed to the cold air

eyes swept over her, and he reached for a blanket, tossing it over Evelyn to envelop her completely. The warmth wrapped around her, gradually thawing her from the cold. The whole ordeal had left Evelyn exhausted. She fought to stay

just in time. Evelyn's head rested against Charles' palm, and with a gentle nudge, he guided her to lean on his shoulder. He pressed a button to raise the partition, signaling the driver to

she woke up, she realized they hadn't returned to Maple

Oakwood Manor, where

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into the living room. As she stirred, he noticed she was awake. He noticed she wanted to get down, so he set her gently on her feet. "Go upstairs

his way and just headed upstairs. She didn't bathe. Instead, she went straight to the master bedroom's closet, locking the door behind her. She tossed Charles' coat onto the floor and changed into clothes she had left behind. Once dressed, she emerged from the

Before heading downstairs, she

resist going into Charlie's room. As she pushed the door open, an overwhelming wave of emotion hit her, and her eyes welled up. Her gaze lingered lovingly over the room that bore the

finally turning to