Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 49

Xena rubbed her temples, eyes darting evasively. “Mr. Harrington, I… my memory’s always been a bit hazy…”

A flicker of doubt crossed Darren’s face, but he let it go and changed the subject, his voice cold and clipped. “Lottie, you’ll take Ms. Lancaster to the golf course. I’m not going.”

Charlotte frowned, clearly unwilling, but had no choice except to lower her head and reply, “Yes, Mr. Harrington.”

Noah piped up immediately. “Dad, what about me?”

Darren shot him a glare, no room for argument in his tone. “You’re coming with me to taekwondo practice.”

In the blink of an eye, Charlotte and Xena arrived at the golf course.

A bejeweled woman lounged beneath a sun umbrella, the picture of idle luxury. Beside her sprawled a massive, thick-furred mastiff, its head resting on its paws.

Xena deliberately took a swing, sending a white golf ball arcing through the air until it landed right at the mastiff’s enormous paws.

The dog bristled, its territorial instincts immediately provoked.

Charlotte warned quietly, “Ms. Lancaster, that’s a full-grown mastiff. Its bite force is over two hundred pounds.”

In other words, one snap from those jaws could take her head clean off.

Xena just shrugged, unconcerned. “Isn’t that what I have you for? Why should I be scared?”

And with that, she sent another ball rolling directly to the dog’s feet.

Twice provoked, the massive beast rose in a tense, rippling motion, stalking toward them with deliberate menace.

Its owner barely even glanced over, making no move to restrain it—just watching lazily from her shaded seat.

Charlotte could sense the dog’s deadly intent. “Ms. Lancaster, I strongly advise you to step back now and stay cal—”

“Ha!”

The moment she crouched, the dog hurled itself at her like a black bolt of lightning, jaws snapping, breath hot and fetid.

Charlotte rolled to the side in one swift, practiced motion, barely dodging a lethal bite.

But the mastiff was terrifyingly fast and strong—its claws raked down her forearm, leaving a deep, bloody gash.

She didn’t even flinch. Her face hardened with icy focus.

The beast kept attacking, wild and relentless. Blood soaked into Charlotte’s sleeve, new wounds opening with every strike.

Her mind worked furiously, analyzing the animal’s movements, searching for any sign of weakness.

Finally, when the mastiff overextended for just a fraction of a second, Charlotte’s hand shot out, locking in a deadly grip beneath its jaw, pressing down hard against a vital spot.

The mastiff howled in pain, the sound echoing across the golf course.