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

leaned down to murmur

cocoon of insecurity,

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

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

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

her. Her eyes, wet with unshed

really scared,"

memories come

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

resolve, Dahlia had never pressed

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

imagined being close to him, thinking that maybe, just