Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 161

No, that’s not right. Shortie is Xena.

What on earth is he thinking?

As this chaotic thought flashed through Darren’s mind, his assistant arrived.

“Mr. Harrington, just as you instructed, I’ve applied for Ms. Lee’s research credentials with the relevant authorities. I also submitted her acquittal verdict as evidence—the court has already granted her release.”

As he spoke, the assistant handed Darren the official papers.

At the same time, a police officer approached Charlotte, asking her to sign and fingerprint some documents before finally removing her handcuffs.

But Charlotte frowned in bewilderment.

Darren had managed to secure her research credentials?

She didn’t have the formal qualifications—there was no way she should have been able to get them, unless someone paid a hefty sum or called in a major favor.

More importantly, once she officially held those credentials, the responsibility for the unauthorized experiment would shift from her personally to the institute’s actual controlling corporation—the Harrington Group.

The Harrington Group would be investigated, their assets frozen, and if anything else turned up during the inquiry, their stock would nosedive.

This was exactly what Herbert wanted.

He was forcing Darren into a choice: either let Charlotte go to prison, or let the Harrington Group take a major hit.

What Charlotte hadn’t expected was that Darren would actually choose her.

Maybe the anesthesia hadn’t worn off and she was still dreaming.

Suddenly, a coughing fit wracked her.

Every spasm pulled at torn muscles and bruised bones, sending beads of sweat rolling down her forehead from the pain.

The pain was too real—this wasn’t a dream.

Seeing her struggle, Darren leaned forward, carefully slipping his arm beneath her neck. He cradled her head in the crook of his arm, gently drawing her into his embrace.

His warmth enveloped her chilled body.

Charlotte instinctively tried to push him away, but her limbs felt like lead, leaving her no choice but to rest against him.

Darren couldn’t remember the last time Charlotte had been this docile.

He freed a hand to touch her forehead and, without realizing it, his voice softened: “Why are you so cold?”

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