The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 579

Realizing this, Charles felt as if his throat had been squeezed tight, as if someone was choking him.

His lips parted, then closed again, struggling to form words, but in the end, nothing came out.

Sensing something off in "Brooks" reaction, Evelyn lifted her head from his embrace, her tone soft and teasing, "Brooks, why aren't you saying anything?" But the moment she saw Charles, Evelyn's expression changed in an instant.

Her gaze turned cold, icy. With a look of utter disgust, as if brushing off something filthy, she shoved Charles away and rolled back, putting distance between them.

Her eyes were sharp, her voice frosty and dismissive. "Charles, why is it you?!” Evelyn's attitude toward Charles was now a mirror image of the way he used to treat her.

Evelyn's raw and polarized reaction felt like a knife twisting in Charles' chest.

"Eve, do you really wish it was Brooks?" Charles asked, still unwilling to give up, refusing to believe it.

Eve and Brooks had only been together for half a year. She shouldn't have accepted him so quickly.

He stared at Evelyn, searching her face for the tiniest hint that she might be lying.

But...

"Why do you even bother asking?" Evelyn replied coldly, her words slicing through him.

Another stab to Charles' heart.

He thought of how naturally she'd clung to him when she'd first woken up-so familiar, so intimate, it was obvious this wasn't their first night together.

The realization that Evelyn had been intimate with Brooks sent a searing pain through Charles. He knew Evelyn. She'd always been conservative at heart. Crossing this line meant she had truly accepted Brooks, body and soul.

She had fallen for Brooks. She didn't love him anymore.

Evelyn couldn't even stand to look at Charles. Her face remained cold as she sat up in bed, intending to leave.

her feet touched the

said, reaching out just in time to

instantly, her body tense with resistance. Fighting through the discomfort, she pulled his hand

walk out. He didn't try to stop her, only said quietly, "There

her dress had been torn

the space was filled with clothes in her size, for

glanced at them briefly, then silently grabbed a random set to change into. She walked

living room, her steps faltered

car to the sofa, how she had clung to Charles,

the antidote, but when there was none, Charles

been under

her,

well-not

have fooled her senses Still, the

was

was suppressed, and she couldn't

all she could do was pretend she

be anything between

could never forgive him-for Charlie's death, for all the pain he

them could never be

gaze and walked toward the

it, footsteps

her,

her shoes on, was about to refuse when Charles looked

sure you're in any shape to walk

you don't have to treat me

to pretend last night never happened, I'll respect that. Let me just drive you out of