Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 208

Two bodyguards trailed behind him, pushing an elegant food cart. Steam curled from beneath the perfectly fitted silver domes, hinting at the warmth and aroma of the dishes hidden underneath.

The professors looked up, caught off guard; none of them had expected him to show up here, of all places.

Charlotte was equally stunned.

Bradley didn’t acknowledge anyone else. He strode straight to Charlotte’s side, softening his tone. “You must be hungry. I cooked a few dishes myself today. Let’s find somewhere quieter to eat.”

Charlotte stood there, momentarily frozen, before she finally nodded.

Her wheelchair turned smoothly, heading toward the lounge.

Behind them, the room buzzed with whispers and murmurs.

A professor from the Harrington Group leaned over, astonished. “Mr. Fairchild, cooking for his wife? With his status?”

One of the N-LINK professors was already snapping a photo to send to the international group chat: “You guys won’t believe this—Mr. Fairchild just…”

Meanwhile, the administrative manager’s smug expression had vanished, replaced by a look of panic. He ducked into a quiet corner and dialed Xena. “Ms. Lancaster, I did as you asked. I had the maintenance crew block the accessibility ramp, hoping to stop Ms. Lee from reaching the dining hall… But then Bradley showed up, bringing her a homemade meal!”

On the other end, Xena nearly crushed her water glass in frustration.

Why were all these men revolving around Charlotte?

Just then, Darren’s name flashed across her phone screen.

She immediately hung up on the manager, switched lines, and answered sweetly, “Darren…”

“It’s lunchtime. Don’t forget to eat, alright?”

“I will. Oh, by the way, Bradley cooked for Ms. Lawson himself—brought the food right to the research center. Everyone’s talking about it.”

The silence on Darren’s end was thunderous. His expression darkened instantly.

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Meanwhile, in the quiet lounge, one of the bodyguards lifted the silver domes from the food cart.

The scent of several beautifully prepared dishes filled the air.

The bodyguard bowed slightly toward Charlotte. “Ma’am, Mr. Fairchild made all of this himself, early this morning.”

Charlotte glanced at Bradley, genuine gratitude in her voice. “Thank you.”

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