The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 640

She had to have him.

He was hers. He was supposed to marry her. They were the ones who belonged together.

But now, with that little brat nestled in his arms...

Luna's eyes settled on Charlie's sleeping face, a flash of cold malice passing quickly through her gaze. With this child here, Charles would be hers-no question.

Charles's voice was gentle as he soothed his daughter, the low hum of his words flowing across the quiet room. He started to hum a soft, familiar lullaby-the one he'd learned from watching endless videos of Charlie growing up, the same song Eve always sang to help their daughter drift off to sleep.

At first, he was tentative. But slowly, as the melody wrapped around them, something like magic happened the tension bled from the little girl's body, her breathing slowed and deepened, and she relaxed completely in his arms.

The sudden change flickered as shock in Luna's eyes, but she smoothed her expression before anyone could notice.

Charles kept humming, his voice a gentle anchor while his eyes swept the room, sharp and watchful.

He was waiting.

The moment he'd stepped inside, he'd triggered his micro earpiece, relaying orders to Q-his man on the inside: sweep the house, check every corner, make sure nothing threatened Charlie.

Luna was, after all, a Cipoletti. Cunning, careful-never one to leave herself unprotected.

any chances. He wouldn't let anything threaten Charlie's safety. He couldn't bear it-Eve certainly

in the soft rise and

earpiece buzzed: Q's voice, calm and precise.

You can take Miss Charlie out

bobbed as he

that tiny sound made

up, feigning confusion, lips parted

She never finished.

Charles moved.

she stayed safe and still, but his body snapped into motion-a coiled predator

instincts kicked in, survival honed by a lifetime in a dangerous family. She tried to twist away, but

with the need to protect, landed dead center on

from Luna's lips as she crashed back, slammed against the wall, and slid to the

with shock and rage. She clutched her chest, eyes wild as she hissed through her teeth, "Charles! What the hell are

didn't even

warmth, all his patience, belonged to the little girl in

mattered but

close, eyes locked on

voice was cool

"Yes, Mr. Jenkins!"

with his broad shoulders. His face was stone, his movements quick