The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 639

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Summary for Chapter 639: The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn)

What Happens in Chapter 639 – From the Book The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn)

Dive into Chapter 639, a pivotal chapter in The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn), written by C.M. Thompson. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Romance fiction.

“Mr. Jenkins, this is Aurora’s room.”

Luna stopped in front of a tightly closed bedroom door, her slender fingers wrapping gently around the handle as she twisted it open. The door creaked softly, shattering the hush of the hallway.

The moment the door cracked, a muffled, tear-choked murmur slipped out—a sound so raw and cold it pierced straight through Charles, clutching at his heart.

It was Charlie—his Charlie—her voice tangled up in a nightmare.

Charles’s heart dropped. Everything else faded away. He barely noticed Luna as he rushed past her, bursting into the dimly lit room.

Under the golden glow of the bedside lamp, he saw her right away—a small figure curled up on the bed. Charlie was huddled beneath the thick blanket, her bangs stuck to her pale face with sweat, the picture of misery.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, long lashes fluttering desperately, as if fighting off monsters only she could see. Her little body twisted and turned, lips parting over and over as she called out, broken and pleading:

“Daddy… Daddy…”

That thin, shaky cry scorched Charles right down to the bone.

A wave of aching heartbreak and wild, aching hope welled up, blurring his eyes. He’d spent so many days and nights believing no one would ever call him that again—believing that word, “Daddy,” was lost to him forever. Now, hearing it again, wrapped in his daughter’s pain, it twisted his heart until it hurt to breathe.

“Charlie!”

His voice was low, rough—a cry torn between terror and relief.

He made it to the bed in a heartbeat, barely stopping before he swept her trembling, fever-hot body into his arms.

He held her so gently, as if she might shatter at the slightest touch, cradling her with a tenderness that was almost reverent.

He shifted, pressing her sweaty cheek to his solid chest, letting her feel his heartbeat—real, steady, safe. With the back of his hand, and the expensive sleeve of his suit, he carefully wiped away the cold sweat on her face. His voice was husky but soothing, the words a lifeline: “Don’t be scared. Daddy’s here. I’m right here.”