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.

as her feet touched the floor,

careful," Charles said, reaching out just in time to steady her

through the discomfort, she pulled his

walk out. He didn't try to

night, her dress had been torn

filled with clothes in her

silently grabbed a random set to change

she passed through the living room, her steps faltered as her gaze landed on

mind from the car to the sofa,

antidote, but when

under the influence,

her,

too well-not

drug could have fooled her senses

was

was suppressed, and she couldn't push Charles away, letting the

she

could never be anything

forgive him-for Charlie's death, for all the pain he

between them could never be

her gaze and walked toward the

as she reached it, footsteps sounded behind

caught up to her, car keys in hand.

about to refuse when Charles looked down at her,

sure you're in any shape to

don't have to

happened, I'll respect that. Let me just drive you out