The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 13

Evelyn had loved Charles for a decade. She was too familiar with his scent.

The moment he kissed her, she recognized him immediately. Her initial panic and fear faded away, leaving only an endless chill. Evelyn turned her face away with a frosty expression, resisting Charles' imposing kiss.

Her resistance only intensified the darkness in Charles' eyes. He forcefully turned her face back towards him and leaned down for another kiss.

Charles had a threatening aura about him, and it was mixed with inexplicable anger.

Was he doing this because she had caused Dahlia to feel slighted in the coffee shop? Was he here to avenge his beloved?

Evelyn's resistance grew stronger. The grip on her was tight, and Evelyn couldn't escape. She could only clench her teeth, keep his burning breath out, and refuse to let him invade her mouth. At the same time, her body struggled more fiercely. She raised her hands to push and hit him.

However, the inherent strength disparity between them meant she couldn't shake Charles in the slightest, even with all her might. Her hands had just been raised when Charles pinned them above her head with one hand.

This position brought their bodies even closer. So close that she could distinctly feel Charles' burning desire.

Evelyn's body tensed up instantly. She instinctively arched her back to avoid him, but she’s lying on the leather chair, and there was nowhere to retreat.

Her eyes reddened with anger, and through clenched teeth, she managed to say, “Charles, let go of me… You have no right to touch me!”

A cold smirk appeared in Charles' eyes.

No right?

She was his woman. He had every right to touch her.

The hand Charles had on Evelyn's jaw suddenly tightened.

Because that night, he was drugged and not in his right mind, but she was sober.

She loved him too much. He was under the influence of the drug and couldn’t wait to kiss her and press her into the bed.

She thought about pushing him away and running, but, as she looked at his pained, handsome face, she ultimately couldn’t bear to push him away and became his antidote.

Her willing heart left her without a defense.

“What do you really want?” Evelyn threw out the words with icy detachment.

At this point, she didn’t want to argue about what happened five years ago anymore.