The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 12

With a frosty expression, he firmly grasped her hand and strode towards the exit.

Evelyn couldn't break free, so she stopped struggling and complied, walking out with Charles. Deep down, she was counting silently.

"One."

"Two."

Before she could count to "three," a weak cry from behind, "Charles..."

As the voice trailed off, a loud "thump" followed. The delicate and frail Dahlia had fainted.

Charles' steps halted immediately. Without a moment's hesitation, he released Evelyn's hand, quickly turned around, and rushed towards Dahlia, who was lying on the ground. "Dahlia!"

Evelyn didn't need to look back to know how worried Charles must have looked at that moment. He looked completely different from his indifferent mockery when Evelyn fainted yesterday.

This was the difference between love and indifference.

Evelyn stood still, her gaze falling on the clear red mark on her wrist. Her lips curled into an almost imperceptible sneer of self-mockery.

This wasn't the first time Charles had chosen Dahlia over her, but it would be the last.

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After leaving the café, Evelyn drove to a shopping center to buy paper and pencils. She was preparing to enter this year's jewelry design competition.

Throughout the week, she had visited over thirty cemeteries in the Capital to select a burial plot for Charlie.

The ones with scenery started at a million. She didn't have that kind of money.