The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 97

Could she have gotten it all wrong?

The car's interior was deathly quiet. Dahlia watched Evelyn, who sat there cool as a cucumber, staring out the window. She couldn't figure out what Evelyn was plotting.

She knew the rules: whoever broke the silence first was the one to lose their edge. But Dahlia couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Evelyn, what are you up to?" she blurted out.

Evelyn, this woman she'd crushed under her heel for years—along with her brat of a kid—had always been her plaything. So why was she acting all high and mighty now?

"You'll find out soon enough," Evelyn replied, her voice as bland as ever. She didn't give Dahlia a straight answer. She just gave her a look filled with something Dahlia couldn't quite read. This sparked a flicker of fear in her chest.

Swallowing her rising panic, Dahlia gritted her teeth. "Evelyn, if you dare lay a finger on me, Charles won't let you get away with it!"

Evelyn's gaze was unsettling, and Dahlia was genuinely rattled. Her mind was a battlefield of conflicting thoughts. One part of her insisted Evelyn wouldn't dare touch her. She'd always used Charles' affection for her to set traps for Evelyn, both before and after going abroad. Not once had Evelyn struck back. This time wouldn't be any different.

But another part of her couldn't shake the fear that Evelyn might’ve been pushed over the edge and was willing to do something crazy.

"Evelyn, talk to me. What do you plan to do with me?" Dahlia demanded, struggling to move forward from the back seat.

"Shut her up." Evelyn's voice was calm as she kicked a shoe-cleaning rag toward the back seat.