The Day Our Promise Breaks
Chapter 69

However...

"I don't want this anymore." Evelyn pushed her elbow against Charles' chest, trying not to let him get too close.

"Huh." Charles chuckled softly, his voice deep and husky.

"You think I'm so easy to manipulate? Do you think you can flirt when you want and push me away when you don't? Hmm?"

His strong, defined hand gripped her waist, and his thin lips kissed behind her ear.

That was Evelyn's sensitive spot, and she felt a tingling sensation run through her body. She shrank her neck, feeling his determination. "Charles! Grandma is waiting for me!" Without Dahlia around, Evelyn just wanted to be far away from Charles.

"Grandma said she flew for over twenty hours. She's tired and already asleep and told you not to disturb her rest."

Charles blocked her way out.

If Grandma's memory had stopped five years ago, that would have been when she was most eager to match him with Evelyn. She probably wished they could spend more time together. Little did she know that in those five missing years of her memory, he and Evelyn had already shared countless nights together.

"Evelyn, you can't escape tonight." Charles' voice was so hoarse it sounded almost strange.

As the words fell, Charles' hand landed on her back. Evelyn's entire body tensed up. She was furious and gritted her teeth. "Charles, let me go!"

Evelyn's eyes reddened with anger. She lifted her leg to stomp hard on Charles' foot. But before she could, her body suddenly lifted off the ground, and her feet left the floor.

Charles easily picked her up by the waist with one arm and smoothly turned her around in his embrace.

The sudden loss of gravity made Evelyn instinctively wrap her arms around Charles' neck as she hung onto him.

Charles no longer restrained himself, grabbed her chin, and kissed her.

Evelyn's lips were tightly sealed as she continued struggling futilely. Charles pressed against her lips and chuckled softly. The hand gripping her waist suddenly pinched the soft flesh there. Evelyn was caught off guard and gave Charles an opportunity.

Fuming with anger, she moved her hands behind him, climbed up his back, and pressed hard on his wound through the wet shirt.

Charles' back wound was much

more severe than Evelyn's. The open

wound had been treated with

medicine to reduce swelling, but the hot water made it prone to reopening. When Evelyn pressed like this, the wound tore open again. Blood seeped from the wound, mixing with the hot water and falling to the floor. The faint smell of blood mixed with the scent of men's body wash was intoxicating.

Charles kissed Evelyn even more fiercely.

The temperatore in the bathroom kept rising. Charles' relentless pursuit made Evelyn feel oxygen-deprived, and breathing became increasingly difficult. She went limp in Charles' arms and

couldn't resist any longer.

By the time she came to, Charles had already carried her out of the bathroom and tossed onto the couch. He leaned down, lowering his head to kiss her again.

Just then, a familiar ringtone from Charles' suit jacket pocket on the couch broke the moment of intimacy. It was a call from Dahlia.

Evelyn's previously resistant movements suddenly stopped.

Charles also released her at the

same time, but he didn't let go completely. He obviously didn't intend to stop. His body still pressed against hers, trapping her between the couch and his body.

One hand reached for the phone. His voice was deep and husky as he answered, "Dahlia."

Evelyn had been biting her lip in resistance throughout, but now she suddenly relaxed her jaws at this moment, making a moan clear enough for Dahlia on the phone to hear.