The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel 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.

"I'll help you with your wounds and take you home," he offered.

Before Evelyn could respond, Brooks's voice came from the doorway. "My fiancée, I'll take her myself. No need to trouble you, Mr. Jenkins. If you've got time, maybe see an eye doctor and a brain specialist."

Brooks strode in, no longer bothering with pleasantries, each word a sharp jab at Charles's poor judgment.