The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 303

Charles didn't even glance at Dahlia, just casually remarked, "Aiden's outside. He can give you a lift home."

Dahlia felt a wave of frustration building up inside. Was she really supposed to head back alone? Did Charles truly not get what she was hinting at, or was he just playing dumb? She clenched her fist, holding back her anger from Charles and shifting it towards Evelyn instead. If Evelyn hadn't returned, things would be smooth sailing between her and Charles.

In the crowd, Dahlia spotted a junior designer who soon, with a bit too much enthusiasm, started chatting with Evelyn. Right in front of Mabel, the designer couldn't resist stirring the pot: "Evelyn, ever since you walked in, Mr. Jenkins hasn't stopped eyeing you. His look is far from innocent. Spill it, what's really going on between you two?"

As soon as the words were out, Dahlia waited for Mabel to show her disdain for Evelyn and scrap any plans to work with her. Everyone knew Ms. Mabel was clear-cut about her likes and dislikes, and she absolutely detested homewreckers. Now that her relationship with Charles was out in the open, if Mabel even got a whiff of something off between Evelyn and Charles...

Just as Dahlia expected, when Mabel heard the designer's comment, her gaze shifted to Charles, and the smile faded from her lips. If Evelyn really had something going on with Charles, Mabel wouldn't work with her, even if she wasn't a fan of Dahlia.

He couldn't hold back any longer, setting down his wine glass and striding over to Evelyn. "Evelyn, ah..." But before he could reach her, Dahlia's frightened cry came from behind. In her panic over Evelyn's injury, she seemed to forget her own limitations and tried to stand, only to topple right to the floor.

Charles spun around just in time to see Dahlia fall from her wheelchair, her face drained of color. Her disability was always a tender spot for her. "Dahlia." Charles hurried back, gently lifting her off the ground, ready to settle her back into her wheelchair. But Dahlia clung to his neck, her head nestled against his shoulder, her voice trembling, "Charles, I don't want to stay here any longer."