The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 647

"Charles, are you going to marry me, or just stand there and watch little Charlie die?"

Charles' glare was icy enough to chill her to the bone. Luna's tongue nearly slipped—she almost called Charlie "that brat”—but she swallowed it down and used her full name, cold and formal.

She'd already won.

No reason to antagonize Charles now, not over a single word.

Luna stood tall, every inch the victor. When Charles kept silent, she pushed herself up, meeting his frostbitten stare head-on.

A gentle, mocking smile tugged at her lips as she spoke, slow and clear. "Charles, you've let Charlie die once already. You wouldn't let it happen again, would you?"

"Stop wasting your breath."

She gave a small shake of her head, eyes steady and ruthless. "Torture me all you want—I'm not giving you the antidote. Marry me. That's the only way you can save your daughter."

She knew Charles hated the thought of marrying her.

He was still clinging to that pathetic hope-maybe, if Evelyn learned Charlie was alive, she'd forgive him. Maybe they could start over.

Not with Luna around.

She'd never let that happen.

"Charles, every second you stall is another second Charlie suffers. Isn't she the one you love most?"

"If you love your daughter so much, I'm not asking you to die for her. Just marry me. Is that really so hard?"

that's what Charlie's life is

a poisoned blade aimed at

room, Charles' gaze sharp as broken glass.

just needed

Charles stared her down.

running through his mind in those

his eyes-rage, hatred, violence—was locked

fists, knuckles white. His voice was low and even, giving away nothing. "Fine. The

bother

smug

Charlie wouldn't have had

Where's the

cut her off, voice cold as

l.ne

If I hand over the

"What do you want?"

expected her to give

the virus

feel any pain

time to announce our wedding to the

the real antidote once I see that certificate, once we're truly husband and wife,

and wife," her

more than a

"Don't word.

Charles. I'll keep