The Day Our Promise Breaks
Chapter 12

With a frosty expression, he firmly grasped her hand and strode towards the exit.

Evelyn couldn't break free, so she stopped struggling and complied, walking out with Charles. Deep down, she was counting silently. "One."

"Two."

Before she could count to "three," a weak cry from behind, "Charles..."

As the voice trailed off, a loud "thump" followed. The delicate and frail Dahlia had fainted.

Charles' steps halted immediately. Without a moment's hesitation, he released Evelyn's hand, quickly turned around, and rushed towards Dahlia, who was lying on the ground. "Dahlia!" Evelyn didn't need to look back to know how worried Charles must have looked at that moment. He looked completely different from his indifferent mockery when Evelyn fainted yesterday. This was the difference between love and indifference.

Evelyn stood still, her gaze falling on the clear red mark on her wrist. Her lips curled into an almost imperceptible sneer of self-mockery.

This wasn't the first time Charles had chosen Dahlia over her, but it would be the last.

...

After leaving the café, Evelyn drove to a shopping center to buy paper and pencils. She was preparing to enter this year's jewelry design competition. Throughout the week, she had visited over thirty cemeteries in the Capital to select a burial plot for Charlie.

The ones with scenery started at a million. She didn't have that kind of money.

Over the past five years, Charles had given Evelyn a monthly allowance of ten thousand for living expenses. She wasn't extravagant. Initially, it was enough, and she could even save a bit each month. But then, Charlie fell ill, and Charles didn't believe she was truly sick. Charlie's medical bills quickly drained her savings, so she had no choice but to ask Charles for money. Every time she brought up Charlie's illness, Charles would hang up the phone or simply leave, without giving her a chance to speak.

To get the money, Evelyn had to resort to lies. Because of this, Charlie suffered a lot with her.

This time, she didn't want to ask Charles for money to buy Charlie's burial plot. She didn't want to tarnish Charlie's path to reincarnation. She was determined to earn the money herself.

While figuring out how to quickly make a million, she ran into Samuel. He was her college professor and also one of the judges of the jewelry design competition.

Five years ago, Samuel had admired her, saying she had talent. In her freshman year, he insisted on recommending her for that year's jewelry competition. He believed she was bound to win first place if she entered.

Samuel was very pleased with the pieces she had designed in her free time over the years and urged her to enter this year's competition.

She was tempted. She did love designing jewelry, and winning the competition meant snagging a cool million.

Evelyn quickly made her purchases and took the elevator to the second basement level, walking towards where she had parked her car.

As she passed by a Rolls-Royce, the rear car door suddenly opened, and a well-defined hand reached out, grabbing her wrist.

"Ah-" Evelyn's pupils dilated in panic, and she's about to scream for help.

But she didn't get the chance. With a forceful pull, she was dragged into the car. The door slammed shut with a "bang."

In the dizzying moment, Evelyn was pinned against the back seat.

"No!"

In utter panic, she swung her paper bag at the man's face. The man deflected with his hand. His well-defined hand gripped her chin, and a dominating kiss followed.