The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 265

Evelyn's voice had a strange edge to it, and it set off alarm bells in his head. Worried, he somehow managed to pull himself out of bed, feeling weak and feverish, and made his way to the door to see what was going on.

There she was, standing alone, facing off with Charles. Despite feeling like he might collapse any second, instinct kicked in, and he moved to stand protectively in front of her. "Evelyn, cough..." he tried to speak, but a fit of coughing took over.

Seeing Brooks so frail, the icy demeanor in Evelyn’s eyes melted into concern. She realized just how serious his condition was—his assistant hadn’t been exaggerating. Brooks was really sick. Before Aiden called her, Brooks's assistant had already informed her about his high fever and hospitalization. Hearing that, she had panicked, her heart racing with worry.

The assistant had explained that Brooks had fallen ill after saving her, too worried to even change out of his wet clothes, leading to him catching a chill. He’d been feeling off for a while but pushed through until the fever struck hard in the night. Even in his feverish state, he kept calling her name, prompting his assistant to reach out to her.

Reflecting on this, Evelyn was overwhelmed with guilt. Brooks had gotten sick because of her, and she hadn’t even noticed. She hurried to support him, her voice soft and caring, "Brooks, what are you doing out of bed?"

Ignoring her question, Brooks simply took her hand, his voice raw but full of concern, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, let's get you back to bed," she replied, shaking her head gently. She used his hold on her to wrap his arm around her shoulders, steadying him with her other hand at his waist.

Seeing this tender moment, Charles's face flushed with anger. Already at his breaking point, he felt a rush of heat and his vision blurred. "Mr. Jenkins!" Aiden shouted, catching the fainting Charles and calling urgently for a doctor.

The commotion was loud, drawing immediate attention. Doctors rushed over, knowing that everyone on this floor required priority care. Charles was quickly taken back to his room.

Throughout the chaos, Evelyn stayed focused on Brooks, as if she hadn't heard a thing, helping him back to his room without a backward glance. Once Brooks was settled, she touched his forehead gently, then wiped away the sweat with a tissue.

Brooks gazed at her with warmth, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You're still smiling!" Evelyn chided, a mix of annoyance and affection in her voice. His assistant had mentioned he’d been feverish since the day before, but he hadn’t said anything, and she hadn’t noticed. Feeling guilty, she looked at him apologetically, “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault…”

“Evelyn!” Brooks interrupted, his voice firm despite the hoarseness. “With me, there’s no need for sorry. I chose this willingly.”

“And honestly, it’s worth it!” Though he didn’t elaborate, Evelyn understood. He meant that falling ill had brought her to his side, which made it worthwhile.