The Day Our Promise Breaks
Chapter 75

However, he didn't brush Dahlia's hand away. He was waiting for her to explain herself. Evelyn smirked, a hint of scorn playing on her lips. Was this the proof of his love? Dahlia practically admitted to using the shady tactics he despised, but Charles was still willing to hear

her out. And what about Evelyn? With just Dahlia's word, Charles was ready to believe the worst of her.

Memories flickered through Evelyn's mind like a slideshow. When she didn't say anything, it meant she was guilty. When she tried to explain, he would accuse her of just making excuses. If she lost her cool, she would be labeled as going crazy. A wave of grievance and sadness washed over her, leaving a bitter taste. But all she managed was a cold chuckle.

Charles heard it and glanced up at her; his eyes narrowed, and a flicker of danger danced in the depths. It felt like a warning. Evelyn's smile turned colder. The answer was clear. She had lost. Without lingering, she turned and walked back.

She hadn't banked on this mess making Charles see Dahlia differently, but she had hoped it might give him pause. Evelyn was back at the private dining room door in the blink of an eye. She pushed the door open and returned to her seat, face composed. She picked up her glass of red wine and took several long sips, trying to wash away the bitterness clawing at her throat.

"Evelyn, Dahlia also went to the restroom. Didn't you run into each other?" Grace, sitting beside her, asked.

"No," Evelyn replied with a smile, picking up her fork and focusing on her meal. She was careful not to let her emotions slip in front of her colleagues.

"It's been ages, and Dahlia's still not back. You think something might've happened?" Grace fretted.

"What are you on about? This is Mr. Jenkins' place. How could anything happen to Dahlia, the future lady of the house?"

As they spoke, the door swung open again. Evelyn, along with everyone else, looked up.

Not only Dahlia but Charles, too, stood at the door. Dahlia was cozily linked with Charles, and their closeness clearly showed no signs of tension Charles' presence alone was proof of where he stood. Dahlia's lips curled into a smile as she Shot Evelyn a knowing look, triumph flickering in her eyes. Her slightly raised chin seemed to say: Evelyn, you tried to expose me to Charles, but so what? Do you think he'd be mad at me? Principles mean nothing when true love is involved.

"Mr. Jenkins," everyone in the room stood up immediately, greeting Charles with nervous respect, except Evelyn, who remained seated and unmoving. She lowered her gaze, masking the coldness and mockery in her eyes, and took her time

sipping her soup.

"Hello," Charles replied coolly, his gaze sweeping over the room before settling on Evelyn. His stare was hard to ignore, but she did and focused on her meal.

Dahlia, clinging to Charles' arm, beamed at everyone. "Sorry, Charles came early to pick me up."

"Please, carry on. Charles has already made arrangements. Order whatever you like to eat or drink! It's on him, no need to be shy."

Charles didn't say much. He just nodded, silently endorsing Dahlia's arrangements, giving her the spotlight. The crowd's envy of Dahlia grew stronger. "Thank you, Mr. Jenkins," they chorused. Charles nodded again, keeping it brief.