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.

touched the

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

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

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

her dress had been

the walk-in closet. Half the space was filled with clothes in her size, for every season,

silently grabbed a random set to

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

from the car to the sofa, how she had clung

called Andrew for the antidote, but when there was none,

been under the influence,

her,

too well-not

fooled her senses Still,

was

her reason was suppressed, and she couldn't push Charles

but all she

anything between her and Charles

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

them could

averted her gaze and walked toward the

as she reached it, footsteps sounded behind

up to her, car keys in hand.

was about to refuse when Charles looked down

in any shape to walk out of

have

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