The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 588

Evelyn shot Brooks a look.

Brooks looked right back at her.

There was just no way Evelyn could say no to him in that moment.

He was definitely being a bit selfish.

But having the marriage certificate made him feel secure—like he finally had something solid to hold on to.

Whatever storms might come, he’d stand in front of Evelyn and shield her from all of it.

He’d never let her get hurt, not even a little.

“Okay, okay, that’s settled,” he said, grinning.

“Eve, Aunt Josephine will start planning your engagement party. When the baby arrives, we’ll throw you a huge wedding you’ll never forget,” Wiona chimed in, absolutely glowing with happiness.

Just talking about the engagement party had her buzzing with excitement—she was already calling people, planning, even sketching dress ideas for Evelyn.

Mr. Robinson, not to be outdone, gifted them jewelry worth a fortune and a gorgeous house.

Evelyn felt a little guilty accepting so much.

On the way home, Brooks wrapped her in his arms. “One day, let’s give Grandpa a whole soccer team of great-grandkids. He probably still wouldn’t think it was enough!”

“What am I, a baby factory? A whole team?” Evelyn laughed and gave him a playful smack on the back.

“My bad, my bad! However many you want, it’s all up to you,” Brooks surrendered, his face showing just who wore the pants now.

Evelyn leaned into his shoulder, her hand unconsciously drifting to her belly.

Honestly, there was a bittersweet ache in her heart.

…

When Charles heard that Evelyn was pregnant with Brooks’s child and that they were engaged, it was like something snapped inside him. He started working nonstop during the day, and at night, he dragged his friends out to drink with him.

He barely said a word.

He just kept drinking.

Blake had to take a call and stepped out. Brody couldn't drink anymore these days, so he didn’t come out tonight.

Rory watched Charles, frowning, and finally grabbed his hand to stop him from taking another drink. “Come on, man. If she doesn’t want you anymore, you could drink yourself into the grave and she still wouldn’t care. She wouldn’t even glance your way.”

Brody had done the same thing once.

He’d acted all tough when Allison left, insisting he didn’t care.

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