The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 43

Charles' handsome features softened as he gazed down at Evelyn.

In this moment, she had shed the prickly armor she had worn during the day and became delicate and tender. It was like she was nuzzling into the dry palm of his hand, seeking comfort.

Accidentally, she brushed against a wound on his cheek.

"Ah—" Evelyn winced in pain, shrinking back.

The moment his palm felt empty, Charles reached out to turn on the bedside lamp with a click.

Light flooded the room, casting everything in brightness. The sight of Evelyn's swollen cheeks caught in Charles' view. The imprint of a slap was stark against her skin, the sight darkening his eyes with a sudden chill.

He rose to his feet, rummaging through the first aid kit under the coffee table for fever medicine while dialing Aiden.

"Mr. Jenkins, what can I do for you?"

"Find out who messed with Evelyn in the detention center. Make sure they're taken care of properly. The payback must be a hundredfold." Charles' voice was icy, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

"Acknowledged." Hanging up, Charles grabbed the fever medicine and returned to the room.

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In her feverish haze, Evelyn felt someone lifting her up, a deep, magnetic voice coaxing near her ear, "Open your mouth. Take the medicine."

At the mention of medicine, Evelyn instinctively resisted. She detested taking medicine.

At the age of eight, her headmaster persuaded her into taking a pill. After that, she lost consciousness.

When she awoke, it was pain that brought her back. She found herself on the headmaster's bed, a corpulent man with a bare chest standing by the bed holding a spiked whip, fresh blood clinging to it—her blood.

The whip had torn her flesh apart. In his other hand, he held a lit candle. He’s staring at her like a demon.