The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 303

Charles didn't even glance at Dahlia, just casually remarked, "Aiden's outside. He can give you a lift home."

Dahlia felt a wave of frustration building up inside. Was she really supposed to head back alone? Did Charles truly not get what she was hinting at, or was he just playing dumb? She clenched her fist, holding back her anger from Charles and shifting it towards Evelyn instead. If Evelyn hadn't returned, things would be smooth sailing between her and Charles.

In the crowd, Dahlia spotted a junior designer who soon, with a bit too much enthusiasm, started chatting with Evelyn. Right in front of Mabel, the designer couldn't resist stirring the pot: "Evelyn, ever since you walked in, Mr. Jenkins hasn't stopped eyeing you. His look is far from innocent. Spill it, what's really going on between you two?"

disdain for Evelyn and scrap any plans to work with her. Everyone knew Ms. Mabel was clear-cut about her likes and dislikes, and she absolutely detested homewreckers. Now that

lips. If Evelyn

to me." Evelyn shot a look at the designer trying to stir the drama, not shying away from mentioning Charles. To her, Charles was just that— someone dead. "Hmm?" Mabel looked puzzled, so Evelyn, keeping

the designer who had tried to

stumbled, losing his footing and sending his tray of wine glasses crashing to the floor.

Evelyn turned, shielding Mabel from the mess. Mabel, adorned in her elegant evening gown and as New York's leading socialite, valued her reputation immensely. Any slip-up in such a public setting would surely make her the subject of gossip