The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 640

She had to have him.

He was hers. He was supposed to marry her. They were the ones who belonged together.

But now, with that little brat nestled in his arms…

Luna’s eyes settled on Charlie’s sleeping face, a flash of cold malice passing quickly through her gaze. With this child here, Charles would be hers—no question.

Charles’s voice was gentle as he soothed his daughter, the low hum of his words flowing across the quiet room. He started to hum a soft, familiar lullaby—the one he’d learned from watching endless videos of Charlie growing up, the same song Eve always sang to help their daughter drift off to sleep.

At first, he was tentative. But slowly, as the melody wrapped around them, something like magic happened—the tension bled from the little girl’s body, her breathing slowed and deepened, and she relaxed completely in his arms.

The sudden change flickered as shock in Luna’s eyes, but she smoothed her expression before anyone could notice.

Charles kept humming, his voice a gentle anchor while his eyes swept the room, sharp and watchful.

He was waiting.

The moment he’d stepped inside, he’d triggered his micro earpiece, relaying orders to Q—his man on the inside: sweep the house, check every corner, make sure nothing threatened Charlie.

Luna was, after all, a Cipoletti. Cunning, careful—never one to leave herself unprotected.

He couldn’t take any chances. He wouldn’t let anything threaten Charlie’s safety. He couldn’t bear it—Eve certainly couldn’t survive losing their daughter again.

Time slipped by, measured in the soft rise and fall of the lullaby.

At last, the earpiece buzzed: Q’s voice, calm and precise. “Mr. Jenkins, the house is clear. The way’s safe. You can take Miss Charlie out anytime.”

Charles’s throat bobbed as he whispered back, almost soundless, “Okay.”

Even that tiny sound made Luna tense.

She looked up, feigning confusion, lips parted just enough. “Mr. Jenkins, what are you—”

She never finished.

Charles moved.

He didn’t loosen his hold on Charlie, making sure she stayed safe and still, but his body snapped into motion—a coiled predator finally springing. His right leg shot out, fast and hard, straight for Luna’s chest.

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