The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 155

The words echoed through the years, intertwining the past and present.

"Yes, Dahlia, I promised I'd never let you get hurt again."

That single promise was all Dahlia needed to hear. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she threw herself into Charles' arms. "Charles..."

She sobbed, her voice breaking with emotion. "Thank you for coming!"

Charles, feeling her pain deeply, gently lifted her into his arms. "Don't worry, I'll take you home."

"Okay," she murmured, clinging to his neck. Her face was pressed against his chest, and her body trembled with lingering fear. It was as if she couldn't bear to let go, seeking his comfort all the way back. Charles held her close in the backseat, his voice steady as he instructed the driver to head back to Greenrose.

By the time they reached Greenrose, it was pushing ten.

Dahlia inside, where the housekeeper, alerted by their arrival, stepped

softly, then leaned down to murmur reassuringly to Dahlia, still nestled in

cocoon of insecurity, as

her distress, Charles nodded to the housekeeper. "Could you bring

her in with care. His voice was soft and soothing.

Dahlia's hand shot

at her. Her eyes, wet with

Charles. Stay with me tonight. I'm really scared," she said, her

time I close my eyes, the memories come rushing back...

years, he had remained steadfast, as if marriage itself had bound him. His principles wouldn't allow him to be with Dahlia until he'd ended things with Evelyn

resolve, Dahlia had never

reminded of years ago, and his heart softened. He sat back down beside her. "Alright, I'll stay. I won't

her through the night. She imagined being close to him, thinking that maybe, just maybe,