The Day Our Promise Breaks
Chapter 68

The moment the door swung open, Evelyn was midway through her shower, and her back was to the door as she lathered herself with body wash.

She heard the door and swiftly turned her head. Her eyes met Charles' predatory gaze.

Evelyn's cheeks instantly flamed red. Her ears felt as if they would bleed. She immediately covered herself, turning around with a mix of shame and anger. "Charles, who let you in? Get... get out!" At this moment, she was completely bare, and utterly trapped.

"This is my bathroom."

Charles leaned against the bathroom door, wearing a high-quality dress shirt with the cuffs undone and rolled up, revealing his expensive watch.

He casually began to remove his watch, placing it aside. His gaze, full of aggression, settled on Evelyn.

Her long hair was damp and spread over her shoulders, making her skin glow even more.

The scars on her back were now only faint traces after applying special ointment. It reminded him of the sensation of touching her skin as he applied medicine not long ago.

Charles caught his breath, finding it difficult to exhale. He loosened his tie to make breathing easier. His gaze towards Evelyn grew even more fervent.

She stood in the hot water, her back to him, desperately covering herself. Her figure was too enticing and her chest fluctuated with her emotions as if about to slip from her grasp at any second. Charles' eyes darkened, filled with an unspoken depth and intensity. His look was undisguised as if he wanted to devour her.

Evelyn felt herself blush all over. She didn't even know whether it was due to the room's temperature or the intensity of his gaze. Her toes, bare on the floor, visibly curled. Her entire body was tense.

Evelyn realized that Charles would not be persuaded to leave. She disregarded her foamy state and hurriedly attempted to grab a towel to cover herself. But before her fingers could touch the towel Charles stepped forward and Snatched it away, tossing it carelessly into a corner.

"Charles!"

Evelyn was furious. She raised her hand to push Charles away, attempting to retrieve the towel.

As she moved, he suddenly gripped her waist tightly. Charles pinned her against the cold wall, seizing her chingturning her head, and pressing his lips against hers.

Evelyn's body, warmed by the hot water, suddenly came into contact with the cold tiles. The mix of hot and cold made her shiver involuntarily. She didn't want Charles to touch her.

As he kissed her, she tried to squirm away, managing to utter through clenched teeth, "Charles, let me go!"

"Let you go? You can seduce me, but you can't handle the consequences?"

Charles held her neck, pressing her closer to him. His lips gently bit and grazed Evelyn's, not with the forceful intensity he had used before when she resisted, but patiently, teasingly. It was like playing with a cato

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Tonight, he had all the time in the world. Patience was something he could afford.

The hot water soon soaked through Charles' shirt, and his warm chest pressed against Evelyn's back.

Even through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel Charles' muscular contour behind her.

Evelyn leaned against the wall, recalling her actions in the living room to provoke Dahlia and her deliberate flirtation with Charles.

Charles had followed her into the kitchen, and she remembered the scene that unfolded there.