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.

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

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

She's still wrapped in her cocoon of insecurity, as if

Charles nodded to the housekeeper. "Could you bring

her room, gently laying her on the bed and tucking her in with

Dahlia's hand shot out, holding onto

down at her. Her eyes, wet with unshed tears, pleaded with

scared," she said, her voice barely

memories come rushing back... I'm truly frightened. Please,

since Daklia returned, she had dropped hints about wanting him to stay. Though they never married, for five years, he had remained steadfast, as if marriage itself had bound him. His

resolve, Dahlia had

his heart softened. He sat back down beside her.

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