The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 370

Josephine couldn't take her eyes off Charles. The moment she spotted a locket hanging from his waist, her heart skipped a beat. It looked just like Eve's locket.

Having just woken up, Josephine's vision was still a bit fuzzy. Worried she might be mistaken, she suddenly called out to Charles, "Come here." Her voice had lost the earlier excitement.

Andrew let out a sigh of relief. He thought his previous words in defense of Charles might have done the trick. He could clearly see that Charles was genuinely concerned about Ms. Josephine's health. If it weren't for his care for Evelyn, why else would Charles be so attentive?

Seeing an opportunity to shift the mood, Andrew quickly stepped aside, making space for Charles. Charles, with his deep, thoughtful eyes, was unsure of Josephine's intentions but still moved closer to her.

As the gap closed, Josephine saw the locket clearly-it was indeed the one Eve had worn since she was a child. Years ago, when Eve and her "Iceman" parted, they had exchanged keepsakes. Iceman gave her his locket, and she gave hers to him. But why was this locket now with Charles?

A year ago, when she first

a twinge of familiarity. They had spent half a year together back then, but nearly two decades had passed, and memories were blurry. At first glance,

at Charles was layered with complexity-so much was packed into that look. Charles was indeed the same little boy. The one who, at first, pushed everyone away, but eventually learned to navigate his blindness to

turn down friends' invitations to go

out." Eve's eyes would light up, and she'd leap from her little stool, rushing to him, "Iceman, where do you want to go?" Charles would point, knowing where she wanted to

until she was covered in mud. With her little bucket, she'd run to Charles, excitedly sharing her adventures. Too tired to

repeated, his voice as cold as ever. A tone that might scare others never fazed Eve. She'd throw a big

fields wildly, and when she was too tired, she'd tug

her, she'd fook at Charles with

ear to ear. Half a year was brief yet significant. Iceman was an important part of Eve's world After they parted, Eve wasn't as keen on playing with others. After meals, she'd run to the village entrance, sit on a big stone, apple-cheeked, craning her neck, waiting for her