The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 353

"Eve, you've already compromised, so why keep torturing yourself? Just follow your heart, and let's start fresh, okay?"

She used to adore him.

And she used to enjoy it all.

If she was willing, he'd bend over backward to make it up to her, to right all the wrongs he owed her and Charlie.

"Hah."

Evelyn let out a cold chuckle.

Start fresh?

Charles was downright absurd.

Was Charlie's life really that trivial to him?

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Greenwood

Dahlia hadn't caught a wink of sleep all night.

The next day, as evening crept in, Dahlia rang Wesley. "Wesley, I'm at home waiting for you."

This was Wesley's first evening visit to Dahlia's place.

But he still went through the usual motions of disguise.

Sporting a repairman’s outfit, he stepped into Dahlia's home.

It was just Dahlia there, lounging on the couch.

Delilah, after exposing Dahlia’s mistreatment of Sandy, took off with the money and never came back to Greenwood.

Dahlia hadn’t seen Delilah, and with Wesley’s sudden appearance, she wondered who’d been spreading gossip.

When Wesley walked in, Dahlia immediately called out in a soft, teasing voice, “Wesley~”

Wesley didn’t dash over like an eager puppy as he used to.

He fixed his gaze on her, eyes deep with a hint of hope. “Dahlia, have you made up your mind?”

“Yes!”

Dahlia nodded with determination.

Wesley’s tense demeanor finally eased with her nod.

He, too, had been sleepless the night before.

Waiting for Dahlia to reach out was pure agony.

He was scared stiff that Dahlia wouldn’t want to leave with him and Sandy.

He loved Dahlia.

He could savor this moment with Dahlia.

Wesley was swept up in his feelings, kissing her with fervor.

Dahlia didn’t resist.

She let Wesley kiss her with abandon.

She even, in a burst of impatience, ripped open her nightgown.

Wesley hesitated for a beat.

Then he shot Dahlia a playful grin.

His Dahlia was still true to herself.

She wasn’t one for gentle caresses.

She craved the thrill.

Wesley stopped holding back, pressing Dahlia into the sofa.

He pinned her hands, giving her what she wanted.

Just then, the door swung open, and Charles barged into the living room.

With one look, he saw the two of them tangled on the couch.