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 floor, her

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

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

forced herself to walk out. He didn't try to stop her, only said quietly, "There are some clothes

night, her dress had been torn to shreds, her undergarments

the space was filled with clothes in her

then silently grabbed a random set to change into. She

her steps faltered

the previous night flashed uncontrollably in her mind from the car to the sofa, how she had clung to Charles, unable

had called Andrew for the antidote, but when there was none, Charles had become her

under the

betraying her,

too well-not even

could have fooled her senses Still,

was

and she couldn't push Charles

everything, but all she could do was pretend she

never be anything between her

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

between them could

and walked toward

it,

was Charles. He caught up to her, car keys in

was about to refuse when Charles looked down at her,

sure you're in any shape to walk out of here

you don't have

night never happened, I'll respect that.