The Day Our Promise Breaks
Chapter 639

Chapter 639

"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."

Every word was a promise pulled from the deepest part of him. "Daddy's got you. Nothing's going to hurt you-not ever again."

It was a vow to his daughter. And a silent challenge to himself.

Luna slipped in behind him, her face a perfect mask of worry, artfully arranged.

She seemed to forget all boundaries, settling herself on the very edge of the bed, so close her shoulder nearly brushed his. Leaning in, her gaze glued to Charlie's anguished face, she let her voice spill out, tight and tinged with guilt. "I don't know what happened to Aurora! I called the family doctor right away-they checked her over and over, but couldn't find a thing. Seeing her like this just... breaks my heart. I didn't know what else to do-I'm sorry for calling so late."

She paused, glancing at the hard line of Charles's jaw, her tone shifting to just the right shade of apologetic.

"Mr. Jenkins, I hope I didn't...

interrupt you and Ms. Evelyn-by calling?"

Every look, every note in her voice, was perfectly curated.

Charles didn't bother to call out her act.

All his attention was wrapped up in the child in his arms. His big hand moved in a slow, steady rhythm along her narrow back, trying to chase away the chill of her nightmare.

He didn't even took up, his reply cool

and precise, each word slicing through Luna's practiced warmth: "Ms. Cipoletti, you're worrying too

much Charlie is our daughter Eve's and mine. I'd do anything for her. That's just what being a parent means."



As he spoke, he shifted Charlie into a more comfortable spot, using the moment to edge his knee outward and out a little more space between himself and Luna. !



If Luna noticed the gentle rejection,

she pretended not to. She stayed right where she was, stil clinging to her anxious, caring act, pressed close to the bed. !



From a certain angle, the soft light

painted a strange scene-Charles holding his daughter, Luna's shadow pressed close almost like a peaceful family of three. As Charles's deep, steady voice filled the room, warm and full of fatherly love, Luna lowered her gaze, lashes hiding her eyes. !

But behind that mask, something fierce was burning-a wild, possessive fire, a

hunger that refused to be ignored.

Charles. His name meant more than just longing now. He was an obsession, a

need that rooted in her bones.

Inside her, a voice screamed: Make him yours.

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