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.

arrival, stepped out and greeted them warmly. "Mr. Jenkins, Ms. Dahlia, Sandy's already

you," Charles replied softly, then leaned down to murmur reassuringly to Dahlia,

on. She's still wrapped in her cocoon

distress, Charles nodded to the housekeeper. "Could you bring some chamomile tea to the

on the bed and tucking her in with care. His voice was soft and soothing. "It's alright

turned to leave, but Dahlia's hand shot out, holding onto his.

Her eyes, wet with

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

close my eyes, the memories come rushing back... I'm truly frightened.

had remained steadfast, as if marriage itself had bound him. His principles wouldn't allow him to be with Dahlia

his resolve, Dahlia had never

of years ago, and his heart softened. He sat back down beside her. "Alright, I'll stay. I won't leave. Just relax and try to

down, Dahlia hoped Charles would lie beside her, holding her through the night. She imagined being close to him, thinking that maybe, just maybe, tonight he'd finally be hers. However, Charles simply sat by the bed, his actions making his boundaries