The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 155

The words echoed through the years, intertwining the past and present.

“Yes, Dahlia, I promised I’d never let you get hurt again.”

That single promise was all Dahlia needed to hear. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she threw herself into Charles' arms. “Charles…”

She sobbed, her voice breaking with emotion. “Thank you for coming!”

Charles, feeling her pain deeply, gently lifted her into his arms. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you home.”

“Okay,” she murmured, clinging to his neck. Her face was pressed against his chest, and her body trembled with lingering fear. It was as if she couldn’t bear to let go, seeking his comfort all the way back.

Charles held her close in the backseat, his voice steady as he instructed the driver to head back to Greenrose.

By the time they reached Greenrose, it was pushing ten.

Charles carried Dahlia inside, where the housekeeper, alerted by their arrival, stepped out and greeted them warmly. “Mr. Jenkins, Ms. Dahlia, Sandy’s already asleep.”

“Thank you,” Charles replied softly, then leaned down to murmur reassuringly to Dahlia, still nestled in his arms. “We’re home.”

But Dahlia held on. She’s still wrapped in her cocoon of insecurity, as if she hadn’t heard a thing.

Noticing her distress, Charles nodded to the housekeeper. “Could you bring some chamomile tea to the bedroom?”

Then, he carried Dahlia to her room, gently laying her on the bed and tucking her in with care. His voice was soft and soothing.