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.

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

to murmur reassuringly to Dahlia, still nestled in his arms. "We're

Dahlia held on. She's still wrapped in her cocoon of insecurity, as

Charles nodded to the housekeeper. "Could you bring some

the bed and tucking her in with care. His voice was soft

leave, but Dahlia's hand shot

her. Her eyes, wet with unshed tears, pleaded

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

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

never married, for five years, he had remained steadfast, as if marriage itself had bound him. His principles wouldn't allow

his resolve, Dahlia had never pressed

ago, and his heart softened. He sat back down beside

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