Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 198

Charlotte rolled up to the control panel, acting as if Darren were nothing more than a shadow in the room.

She maneuvered her wheelchair with practiced ease, gliding from one end of the lab to the other, adjusting a maze of intricate instruments with deft hands. It was as if she’d been born for this kind of work.

Darren could only stare, dumbfounded.

The Harrington family had built its empire on business, only branching into biotech research in Darren’s generation. But while he might be the investor, he could barely tell a microscope from a toaster.

He remembered when Charlotte used to cook for him, bake pastries in their sunny kitchen. Now, she wore a crisp white lab coat, her focus razor-sharp as she worked, and the air about her had changed entirely.

Unbidden, his gaze kept drifting to her.

Ten minutes ticked by. Charlotte never slowed, weaving around Darren as if he were invisible, ignoring him for the thirty-sixth time as she passed right in front of him.

Finally, Darren’s patience snapped. He reached out and grabbed the armrest of her wheelchair. “Charlotte, do you want some water?”

She shot him a look, her brow furrowing. “If you like water, help yourself. I find water rather overrated.”

With that, she brushed his hand away and rolled over to another workstation.

Darren was left blinking, utterly confused, before her words finally sank in—and his face darkened. “I meant if you’d like a drink. I’m trying to look out for you—can’t you tell?”

“Look out for me?” Charlotte didn’t even look up. “You hovering in my line of sight is just getting on my nerves.”

Her words hit him like a punch. Darren pressed his lips together, swallowing his irritation. He tried to keep his voice even. “You’ve been working on that amnesia project lately. Is this about Noah?”

“It has nothing to do with him.”

“But Noah goes to the same preschool as Ryan. When we get off work, we should pick him up together. You know, instead of locking yourself in here, you could spend more time with Noah.”

“Darren, are you deaf? I said it has nothing to do with him!”

Charlotte’s patience finally snapped. At the same moment, a conical flask on the lab bench beside her, filled with deep blue liquid, suddenly began to tremble. Wisps of white vapor hissed from its mouth.

Darren’s instincts screamed at him. “Is that thing going to blow?”

Charlotte gave him a look reserved for the truly dense. “Yes, it’s about to explode.”

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