The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 304

Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile and pleading in Charles's ear, "Can you take me home, please?"

It was like she might break at any moment.

Charles couldn't shake the image of her collapsing in front of everyone. She looked so helpless, sprawled on the ground, her face ghostly pale.

His eyes darkened with concern.

Initially, she wouldn't even step outside. The fear of judgmental stares was too much for her to handle. But with him, she found the courage.

It took three months before Dahlia could smile again and live normally.

"Alright," Charles said, unable to let Dahlia remain there a moment longer. He scooped her up like a princess and carried her out.

Dahlia leaned against his shoulder, casting a glance at Evelyn. A slight, knowing smile touched her lips. So what if Evelyn was back from the dead? What difference did it make if she left a mark on Charles's heart? His first choice would always be Dahlia.

...

bleeding calf with concern. From a young age, she'd been meticulous about her appearance, never allowing a single flaw. She thrived on

frown as if she

said Evelyn's name was like

to brush it off as just a scratch, but seeing Mabel's genuine

just have a server show me the way. I'll handle it

abandoning her guests wasn't her

one to beat around the bush. She quickly summoned a server to escort Evelyn to

sat on

looked down at the bleeding cut on her leg,

there. She desperately wanted to pull herself together but kept

and herself that she wouldn't give up. Yet, she was

happily. The very people responsible for Charlie's death were just fine, while

shake the

lost count of how

slashed at her wrist. When the blood flowed, she just watched, feeling nothing, as if

she almost didn't make

would have died two