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.

their arrival, stepped out and greeted them warmly. "Mr.

then leaned down to murmur reassuringly to Dahlia, still nestled in his arms.

her cocoon of insecurity, as if she hadn't

the housekeeper. "Could you bring some chamomile tea to

her in with

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

her. Her eyes, wet with

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

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

about wanting him to stay. Though they never married, for five years, he had remained steadfast, as if

Dahlia had never pressed

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

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,