The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 562

Charles’s words dropped like a stone in a still pond, sending ripples of shock through the room.

Had anyone else claimed Evelyn was Ms. Evelyn of the Jenkins family, no one would have believed it. But the man who spoke was Charles.

Charles—the head of the Jenkins family.

If he could declare, in a setting like this, that Evelyn was the Jenkins family’s Ms. Evelyn, then it simply had to be true.

The people who had just been whispering that Evelyn wasn’t good enough for Brooks immediately fell silent.

As Charles had said, when it came to family background, who could possibly say the Jenkins family’s Ms. Evelyn was beneath anyone?

Mrs. Robinson found herself caught in an impossible dilemma.

She knew the truth about Charles and Evelyn, but she could hardly expose their history in front of this crowd.

That would be as good as announcing to everyone that her son was picking up Charles’s cast-off lover.

Because she couldn’t use that to publicly humiliate Evelyn and pressure her into leaving Brooks, she tried instead to use Evelyn’s unchangeable social standing to drive her away.

But never in her wildest dreams did she expect Charles to show up out of nowhere and throw the weight of the Jenkins family behind Evelyn.

Hadn’t he been the one who couldn’t let Evelyn go, who clung so stubbornly to her in the past?

What on earth was he playing at now?

Josephine wasn’t the only one with mixed feelings; Evelyn’s heart was a tangle of emotions as well.

She couldn’t help but think back three years, to the day when Rosa had tried to claim her as a god-granddaughter, to make her officially Ms. Evelyn of the Jenkins family.

Charles’s reaction had been nothing short of explosive.

Because she hadn’t rejected Rosa as he wanted, he’d lost control and nearly forced himself on her in the car.

She’d hated him with every fiber of her being for it.

The Charles who had been so adamantly against having her as his sister was now, today, the one publicly proclaiming she was Ms. Evelyn of the Jenkins family.

Evelyn’s feelings were a storm.

Slowly, she turned, looking past the crowd to the man standing at the doorway.

He hadn’t appeared before her in over a month, and he was visibly thinner.

The sharp lines of his handsome face had grown more pronounced, his complexion was poor, but the way he looked at her was indescribably gentle.

His gaze was unwavering.

In the grand expanse of the ballroom, she was the only one in his eyes.