The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 115

Dahlia watched the car disappear into the distance, a slight smile playing on her lips.

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"Mr. Brooks, I'm sorry. This blind date wasn't really my idea, and I feel bad for taking up your time. You can just drop me off at the subway station," Evelyn said to Michael, her voice full of regret.

"Funny enough, my family put me up to this, too. How about we grab dinner anyway, just to keep the folks happy?" Michael chuckled.

"Alright," Evelyn agreed, feeling more at ease with his response.

Michael drove them to the restaurant. They walked in together, keeping a comfortable distance between them, and headed to a private room that had been booked in advance. Ever the gentleman, Michael pulled out a chair for Evelyn.

"Ms. Evelyn, can I get you some wine?" Michael asked politely.

"Thanks, but I don't drink," Evelyn replied with a smile, knowing her limits.

Michael ordered himself a bottle of red wine and thoughtfully got Evelyn a hot drink.

"Thanks," Evelyn said, appreciating his consideration. Michael seemed well-mannered, and since Rosa had specifically picked him out, Evelyn didn't worry too much.

Dinner was served soon after. As they ate, Michael noticed Evelyn hadn’t touched her drink. He raised his wine glass slightly. "Ms. Evelyn, it's a pleasure meeting you."

His gaze was warm as he watched her.

Evelyn picked up her hot drink and gently clinked it against his wine glass. "Likewise."

She took a polite sip. Michael watched her, and his smile grew even wider.

From the moment Sena had sent him Evelyn's photo, he'd been smitten. Her face, her figure—were irresistible.

"Get off me!" Evelyn's eyes burned with anger. She didn't care why Rosa had picked such a creep. Her only thought was to escape. If she stayed in his clutches while drugged, the consequences could be dire.

Without thinking, Evelyn grabbed a knife from the table and slashed at Michael’s arm. Blood oozed from the cut, and he yelped in pain, letting go of her.

Evelyn seized the moment to back away, her blurry vision catching sight of the door.

She bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, the pain cutting through the haze and helping her focus. She had to leave now.

As she stumbled towards the door, she called out, "Help..."