Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 196

Without hesitation, he tapped open his social feed, uploaded a photo of the night sky, and captioned it:

“Good night, Mrs. Fairchild. @Lottie”

At that very moment, Darren, still in the hospital, saw the tweet. His anger surged so hot he nearly flipped his hospital bed over.

The next morning, disregarding the doctor’s warnings, Darren forced himself out of the hospital. He went straight to Astra R&D Center, a division of the Harrington Group, with Xena by his side.

Once a nondescript research facility, Astra was now the nerve center for developing the next generation of artificial hearts.

Charlotte was here, serving as the project’s technical director.

Word of Darren’s arrival spread quickly. Everyone stopped what they were doing—the Harrington Group’s research team, the N-LINK project leads, and even two chief cardiologists from TOPMS Hospital—all gathering at the entrance to greet Mr. Harrington and the center’s general manager, Xena.

“Where’s Ms. Lee?” Darren scanned the crowd, irritation etched on his face when he didn’t spot Charlotte.

Xena, dressed to impress in a designer dress and flawless makeup, said with a subtle edge, “Darren, Lottie’s the rising star of the scientific world now. She’s got a full plate—she barely has time to notice the rest of us.”

Darren’s expression darkened. “Gather everyone for a morning meeting. Your Ms. Lancaster will be outlining the new workflow for the center.”

The mention of “Ms. Lancaster” made Xena’s heart leap with satisfaction.

She flashed a self-assured, almost condescending smile at the assembled professors, relishing the moment.

Five minutes later, a hundred-seat conference room buzzed with anticipation.

Darren, looking sharp in a perfectly tailored suit, sat at the head of the table, posture ramrod straight. Every so often, his gaze wandered to Charlotte, who sat across from him in her wheelchair.

After leaving the hospital, he’d taken pains to have a stylist craft his look—custom suit, immaculate hair. He looked striking, every bit as handsome and commanding as he had five years ago, during the heyday of his youth and Charlotte’s infatuation.

He hoped to win her over with his charm, to make her forget the old wounds and remember the love she once had for him.

Every gesture, every glance, seemed to say:

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