The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 196

"Eve!" Charles' voice cut through the air, a mix of worry and urgency as he scooped Evelyn into his arms. Her body was limp against him, and beneath his concern, a flicker of heartache surfaced, one he hadn't fully acknowledged until now.

"Evelyn," he murmured, his gaze softening as he looked down at her pale face nestled against his chest. Nearby, Brooks stood helplessly, hands falling to his sides. His own worry was etched across his brow. He knew she needed rest more than anything.

Brooks was well aware of Charles' stubborn streak; he wouldn't let Evelyn go easily. Any argument would just keep her from the rest she desperately needed. With a reluctant nod, Brooks stepped back, watching as Charles carried Evelyn away. The car sped off, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.

At Oakwood Manor, Charles gently lifted Evelyn out of the car. Dr. Nelson, who had been alerted earlier, was already waiting at the door, trailing behind as Charles entered the cozy warmth of the living room. Charles, ever careful, laid Evelyn on the couch with a tenderness that belied his usual demeanor.

Dr. Nelson wasted no time examining Evelyn, his frown deepening with each passing moment. Sensing the doctor's unease, Charles felt a chill settle over the room. "What's wrong with her?" he demanded, his voice low and edged with anxiety. Evelyn had never been this fragile before; now, she seemed to faint at the slightest thing.

but like her last collapse at Maple Garden, it's due to lack of rest.

sleepless nights and constant worry had taken their toll. If she succumbed to depression, no amount of medication would help. To

didn't notice when

if she might disappear if he blinked: Even through her thick winter coat, he'd felt her frailty. Now, without it, her waist seemed

smoothing away the tension even in her sleep. Evelyn, lost in dreams, didn't respond, but silent tears trickled down her cheeks, soaking into Charles' trousers. Though cool, they burned against his skin,

and Charlie had endured under his roof these past five years? Instinctively, Charles leaned down, gently kissing away her tears with tenderness. Unbeknownst to him, Dahlia watched this scene unfold from afar. She sat on the couch at Greenrose, eyes glued to the surveillance feed from

how Charles cradled Evelyn, fussed over her, and had concern etched into his features even after Dr. Nelson left. Every tender gesture was like a knife, twisting deeper into

the mother of Charles' child. But that final kiss shattered her denial, sending a jolt of jealousy coursing through her veins. It wasn't a kiss of passion but one of pure, unadulterated

loved. That Evelyn was just a convenience, nothing more. But in that moment, she could no longer lie to herself.