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.

where the housekeeper, alerted by their arrival, stepped out and greeted them warmly. "Mr. Jenkins, Ms.

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

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

housekeeper. "Could

bed and tucking her in with

to leave, but Dahlia's hand shot out, holding

eyes, wet with

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

memories come rushing back...

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

resolve, Dahlia had

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

being close to him, thinking that maybe, just maybe,