The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn)

Once, she truly loved Charles too much, cared about his misunderstandings, and always wanted to prove herself.
Now, it didn't matter anymore.
Charles' gaze was dark and mysterious. His voice was husky as he said, “You!”
As his words fell, he leaned down again under Evelyn's incredulous gaze, kissing her lips wantonly. He didn't give her a chance to resist, and inched
closer, entangling wildly.
No matter how she tried to dodge, she couldn't escape him.
In the confined space, the heat climbed higher and higher. With Charles' increasingly unrestrained actions, Evelyn gave up struggling. She closed her
eyes, and turned her face away, giving him no reaction.
Over five years, they had had sex countless times. Evelyn knew Charles hated her passive responses, which would always disappoint him.
Just like that night in Maple Garden, he felt let down.

He liked her passionate responses. The more passionate she was, the more interested he became.
Every time he came back, she would do everything she could to keep and please him, hoping that after he was satisfied, he would be in a good
enough mood to stay at home a bit longer to spend more time with Charlie.
However, Evelyn could control her heart, not her body. Just as she understood Charles, Charles also knew her body well.
She had tried her utmost to resist, but...
"Trying a new tactic? Are you playing hard to get?"
His dark voice suddenly rang in her ear. It sounded mocking and also sarcastic.
Evelyn suddenly opened her eyes. Charles' slender fingers were before her eyes. Even in the dim light, she could still see the lingering moisture on
them.
That was hers...
Charles' words echoed in her ears, buzzing like a slap, fiercely striking Evelyn's face.

It left a burning pain.

Her body was hot, but her heart was cold. Her gaze slowly moved away from Charles' fingers, meeting his unfathomable eyes. Her lips curled into a
cold smile. “It’s just a normal physiological response of a woman, Charles. It’s not just for you. Any man could have caused it.”
“Charles, you should know this better than anyone, shouldn’t you? You don't love me. You even despise me to the extreme, but that didn't stop you
from being aroused by me again and again over these five years.”
With her sharp words, Evelyn tried to mask her inner turmoil. She thought this would enrage Charles, and he would let her go. A man always so
superior definitely could not stand her saying this.
But unexpectedly, Charles not only didn't let her go but also directly grabbed her legs and pressed them around his waist.
His actions were strong and domineering. He was determined to have her.
...
Just when things were about to escalate, a familiar ringtone suddenly sounded. It was Dahlia's call.
Before, Evelyn feared hearing this ringtone because, as soon as it rang, Charles would leave her and Charlie without hesitation.
But at this moment, Evelyn breathed a sigh of relief. It’s difficult for a man to stop in the heat of the moment, but Charles could, for Dahlia.
He withdrew the hand that was restraining Evelyn, took his phone out of his pocket, and pressed the answer button. His body still pinned hers down.
“Charles...”
Dahlia's voice, on the verge of tears, rang in the car at the same time Charles' hand on Evelyn's thigh moved. His fingertips ambiguously caressed
her, moving upwards.