The Day Our Promise Breaks

Her eyes widened suddenly. Had her legs just regained feeling?

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Charles left Rosewood. During the drive, he kept aggravating his wound to stay conscious. Instead of heading to the hospital, he made his way to Evelyn's place. Ever since the drug kicked in, his mind was consumed with thoughts of Evelyn. Every moment they'd shared played on a loop in his mind. The more he thought about her, the more his desire burned, making him want Evelyn even more. Rationality slipped away, leaving only raw, instinctive urges. By the time he reached Evelyn's doorstep, one thought took over: he needed Evelyn. He wanted another child with her. Eve loved kids so much; if she was carrying his child, she wouldn't be with anyone else. She and Brooks would be over. Eve would be his, and only his. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her. Fueled by the drug, Charles was ready to take drastic steps. Even if it meant pushing boundaries tonight, he had to have her. He couldn't lose Eve.

With bloodshot eyes, Charles stood outside Evelyn's door, staring at the keypad. His mind was foggy, but he remembered that the code for Oakwood Manor and Evelyn's phone and computer passwords were all Charlie's birthday. He didn't bother knocking. Instead, he punched in the code. First try, it worked. It was Charlie's birthday. Eve still held onto everything of Charlie's. As the lock clicked open, Charles's resolve strengthened. He was going to have Eve. After tonight, maybe their Charlie could come back.

Evelyn had just finished her shower when she heard a noise at the door. Grabbing a nearby baseball bat, she saw Charles reappear. Before she could@nleash her fury, Charles had already closed the gap. He pulled her into his arms and leaned in for a kiss. Evelyn quickly leaned back, dodging his lips. They landed beside her ear instead. His lips felt like fire, searing her skin. His voice, low and husky, kept repeating her name, "Eve~" Each time, it was filled with emotions he no longer hid. noveldrama

"Charles, what the hell are you doing? Let me go!" Evelyn was livid, so much so that she didn't immediately notice something was off with Charles. She was just angry enough to try kneeing him where it would hurt. But Charles was too quick. Before she could land a blow, he caught her leg, holding it still. Her frustration soared, and she yelled, "Charles, get off me!" She pushed against his shoulders, trying to shove him away. But his body was like a mountain, refusing to budge. Evelyn then grabbed his hair, trying to pry him off. She struggled to free her leg. Balancing on one leg was tough; she stumbled back a few steps. It wasn't until her back hit the sink that she steadied herself. Charles seemed oblivious to pain, still nestled in her neck. He followed her movements, trapping her

between him and the sink. His

strong arms were like iron, one hand

holding hers, the other pulling her tightly, as if trying to merge her into his very being.

"Eve, I've been drugged, I feel terrible, I need you, please!" Charles couldn't stop himself from getting closer to Evelyn. Yet he refrained from outright force. With the little reason left, he sought her consent. Even though he was struggling, he longed for her agreement. "Eve His lips stayed on her, brushing against her neck. His breath was heavy. The warmth from his breath felt like it could melt her. Seven years ago, Eve couldn't bear to see him suffer and didn't push him away. Now, Charles hoped Evelyn might react the same way she did back then.

Evelyn realized something was wrong with Charles. She suppressed her anger. Seven years ago, when they were together, Charles had been under the influence. She had experienced firsthand what a drug-driven, irrational Charles was like. Back then, he was all primal instinct. Pleas fell on deaf ears; there was only madness. Remembering that night, she had loved him deeply. Being his antidote, she was willing. But now, she harbored nothing but resentment.