The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 305

Evelyn lowered her gaze and met Charles's helpless eyes, her chest rising and falling slightly. She calmly reached for the bottle of sparkling water beside her and twisted it open. Her demeanor was so composed, it seemed like she merely wanted a drink. Charles thought the same, and seeing her so collected, he let his guard down.

That was until Evelyn poured the entire bottle over his head. The water soaked his hair, tracing the sharp lines of his features. "Feeling clear-headed now?" she asked coldly.

How could he even say those things? Charles's throat felt dry. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, "Eve, I truly didn't mean it."

"Charlie is dead," Evelyn replied, cutting off any excuses. "You killed him."

Two years had passed. Had he really forgotten that he and Dahlia had a hand in Charlie's death? Charlie was gone, and Charles should live in regret and pain-he didn't deserve happiness. His face turned noticeably pale. This was his deepest wound, ripped open by Evelyn, bleeding fresh once more. It was a deadlock, and Charles didn't bother explaining further.

wounds and

myself. No need to trouble you, Mr. Jenkins. If you've got time, maybe

no longer bothering with pleasantries, each word a

on her face melted,

engagement had spread, Charles had initially wondered if it could be Eve, but everyone said it was his childhood sweetheart. Hearing that, Charles had thought no more of it, assuming his old flame had returned. He hadn't expected Brooks's fiancée to actually

invite to the engagement party," Brooks said, then bent down and scooped Evelyn into his arms. Evelyn's eyes flashed with a hint of resignation. It was just a few cuts on

stood there, his mind replaying Brooks and Evelyn's interaction. Clearly, Brooks had known Evelyn was alive for some time. So, Evelyn had told Brooks

was a first aid kit. Evelyn insisted it was just a minor injury, but Brooks was adamant. In the end, Evelyn gave in, allowing Brooks to disinfect and