The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 344

"Time for bed," Charles announced as he walked into the room, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Evelyn knew there was no point in arguing. She quietly tucked away her half- finished design sketch, slipped it into her bag, grabbed her medication, and made her way out of the room. Taking the meds had caused her period to start early, which meant Charles couldn't touch her. Yet, surprisingly, he still insisted she stay with him, sharing the same bed.

Sleeping next to him was out of the question for Evelyn, but she couldn't say no. She had to rely on melatonin to get some rest; without it, her health would suffer.

Wesley was back, and just as she suspected, his ties to Dahlia were significant. Following Wesley's trail would surely lead her to evidence of Dahlia's misdeeds. Wesley was the linchpin.

As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Evelyn felt Charles climb into bed, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Her body tensed, staying rigid until the medication took effect and she could finally relax.

Charles pulled her closer, tightening his embrace.

Over at Greenrose Manor

Dahlia finally drifted off to sleep around midnight, content. Wesley was gentle with her, kissing her cheek tenderly as she dozed off. He wanted nothing more than to stay the night, to be with Dahlia and Sandy every possible moment.

But he had come to fix something, and he knew he had to leave before dawn. If anyone saw him in the morning, Dahlia would be livid. She had already put up with so much for him and Sandy; he couldn't make things harder for her.

He sat by the bed, watching Dahlia sleep, before reluctantly leaving. He stopped by Sandy's room, watching her sleep, her cheeks rosy and healthy.

was about his return. Soon, once Rosa's mourning period was over, she would marry Charles and separate from Wesley, securing a fortune that would allow their little family

the

next morning

realizing she was in

slipped out of

as she tossed

aside and got

awake, just waiting for Evelyn to

some oatmeal and

for breakfast,"

reignite the old feelings she once

had said in the hospital: "You just need to know you have

was successful, she had

headed silently to the

watching Evelyn as she worked, imagining

at Oakwood Manor five years

an hour later,

The oatmeal was