The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 340

The car door swung open, and Charles reached out to give Evelyn a hand, but she shrugged him off. She staggered out on her own, making her way to the roadside trash bin to throw up. Once she was done, she felt a bit more clear- headed. Charles was right there, silently offering her a bottle of water. Without arguing, she took it-her mouth tasted awful.

As she reached for the bottle, her eyes caught sight of the scars on her wrist. She didn't bother trying to hide them; the bracelet had slipped up, and she figured Charles had already noticed. Momentarily taken aback, she composed herself, took the water, and rinsed her mouth.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Charles asked, his voice low and concerned.

Evelyn let out a bitter laugh. "Tell you? What difference would it make?"

"Are you going to make Dahlia beg for forgiveness, or maybe you'll be kind enough to spare my mom and me?"

"You won't!"

were dripping with sarcasm. "Charles, if you're going to act like a

she still had a sliver of hope for Charles. But time had shown her otherwise. She realized she shouldn't have seen him as anything other than

lips into a thin line and didn't argue. He simply said, "Get in

and she couldn't afford to gamble. The alcohol still in her system,

bathroom. Charles, who had just finished his shower in the guest room, heard her and came over, intending to carry her back to bed. He was startled by how pale

"Eve, what's wrong?"

far cry from someone who'd just had a hot shower. His brow knitted in concern as

cautiously, remembering it was supposed to

didn't reply, just curled up

help, her body stayed cold-natured. Every period was agony, and painkillers had long lost their effect; she had

room and called for