The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 612

Evelyn refused to let herself linger in old memories or long for one last moment of closeness.

As soon as Charles stepped off the last stair, she made her move.

Without a second’s hesitation, she slid down from his back.

Her feet touched the ground. She spoke, her voice cool and detached, “Thanks.”

Then she turned and walked toward her car.

Charles was still tangled in memories, reluctant to let go. Without thinking, he reached out and caught her wrist, making one final, desperate attempt.

“Eve, can’t you give me one more chance?”

His voice was soft, almost pleading, so humble it was almost painful.

He knew what her answer would be, but still, he had to ask.

Evelyn didn’t pull away or struggle. She just turned her head to look at him, her eyes icy and unreadable.

She didn’t have to say a word—her expression said it all.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

Finally, Charles’s grip loosened.

The moment his hold faded, Evelyn pulled her hand back, no hesitation at all.

“Eve…”

He wanted to drive her home.

But Evelyn simply opened her car door, got in, and didn’t look back. She pulled away without another glance.

Charles couldn’t help himself.

He got into his own car and followed her.

It was late, the streets nearly empty.

Charles kept his distance, his headlights trailing behind hers, never getting too close.

He only left once she’d driven safely into her apartment complex.

Leaning against the hood of his car, he watched her walk upstairs and disappear.

A cool night breeze swept over his face, making everything feel even colder.

He knew, deep down, it was time to let her go.

…

A month later—Friday night.

Evelyn came home, and Adam opened the door for her.

These days, he showed up every Friday for dinner.

As soon as she stepped inside, the delicious aroma of home-cooked food hit her.

“Wow, that smells amazing. I’m starving,” she said.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify