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.

your wounds and take you home," he

the doorway. "My fiancée, I'll take her myself. No need to trouble you, Mr. Jenkins. If you've got time,

pleasantries, each word a sharp jab at Charles's poor

frost on her face

expression changed instantly. Six months ago, rumors about Brooks's 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

flashed with a hint of resignation. It was just a

mind replaying Brooks and Evelyn's interaction. Clearly, Brooks had known Evelyn was alive for some time. So, Evelyn had told Brooks early on but not him, letting him suffer in the pain of

aid kit. Evelyn insisted it was just a minor injury, but Brooks was