The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 77

"Take her home," Charles' deep, husky voice resonated from outside the car. Then, the door clicked shut.

Dahlia, who had been waiting with her eyes half-closed, expected Charles to make his move. She snapped her eyes wide open, where not a hint of drunkenness remained. She couldn't believe her eyes as she looked at the empty back seat.

In a flash, she sat up, swung the car door open, and grabbed Charles by the wrist. Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, locked onto his. "Charles, where are you going? Aren’t you taking me home?" she asked softly.

Charles didn’t say a word. His gaze was icy as he looked at her, and that look made Dahlia's breath catch. The words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat. She knew Charles too well and understood what that look meant — he was angry.

She had thought that Charles agreeing to go with her to the private room meant he loved her enough to disregard his principles for her, that her deceitful win wouldn't matter to him. But she was wrong.

Panic bubbled up inside Dahlia. She knew that Charles' love was her only anchor. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on his hand. Her eyes turned red, a mist of tears forming, as she looked up at him with a pleading gaze. "Charles..."

He loved her so much. Surely, he couldn't bear to see her unhappy. However, Charles didn’t give her a chance to soften him. He brushed off her hand and walked away with determined strides.

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Evelyn had learned about Debbie's Garden after Charles and Dahlia got together. Sena was aware of Evelyn’s feelings for Charles. Once Dahlia told Sena that Charles had built Debbie's Garden for her, Sena confronted Evelyn, and told her that even before finding Dahlia, Charles had already created this place for her, showcasing how much he loved Dahlia.

Evelyn had never been to this place before and was unfamiliar with it. Her eyes scanned the area and spotted a small garden with a washbasin nearby. She walked over and turned on the cold water, splashing it onto her face. In the freezing weather, she shivered. Her hands were numb, but the alcohol's hold on her didn’t loosen. If anything, the cold air made her dizziness worse.

She hadn’t expected the last drink Grace gave her to hit so hard. Evelyn shook her head, trying to clear her vision. Her mind was alert, but her feet felt unsteady, making it impossible for her to hail a cab. Leaning against the washbasin, she eyed a resting chair not far away and silently calculated her steps.

With a determined nod, she stood straight, lifted her chin, and placed her hands at her sides. Silently, she counted, "One." She took a step, planting her foot firmly. "Two." Another step, steady.