Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 6

An hour later, the dining room table was set with a steaming breakfast.

Led by the nanny, Noah took his seat at the high chair, dressed neatly and spotless. Charlotte smiled gently. “Noah, here’s your favorite warm goat’s milk.”

She handed him the glass as she always did, but Noah’s small face remained cold and unreadable.

At the far end of the dining room, steady, measured footsteps echoed across the floor.

Charlotte looked up and saw Darren—tall, striking at six-foot-three—stride in with calm confidence. His light-colored dress shirt hugged his broad shoulders and tapered waist, sleeves buttoned to the cuffs, his tie perfectly knotted. He looked every bit the polished professional, a far cry from the relaxed, disheveled man at the bar last night.

Charlotte understood why: today, they were visiting the family estate to see Nathan and discuss the divorce.

Maybe the prospect of finally ending things put Darren in a good mood.

He reached out and ruffled Noah’s hair with his large hand, his deep voice gentle but resonant. “Noah, do you want to know who your mother is?”

Charlotte froze, her entire body tense.

Was Darren finally ready to introduce her to their son?

Her eyes shimmered with hope as she looked at Noah—only to see his tiny face darken, his voice icy. “No.”

The word hit the table like a stone.

Charlotte’s heart plummeted, her pupils trembling.

Darren glanced at Charlotte, then pressed on, “Why not?”

Noah pouted, stubborn. “She left me a long time ago. Even if she showed up, I wouldn’t want her!”

Charlotte felt a painful lump in her throat.

The car pulled up to the Harrington family estate. Charlotte followed Darren inside, stopping before Mr. Nathan Harrington.

On the coffee table, Charlotte caught sight of a thick stack of photos—her own private pictures, the very same ones Darren had flashed on the screen at the club last night.

But it hadn’t stopped there. Those photos had been broadcast on every LED billboard across the city for nearly ten minutes, and of course, Mr. Nathan Harrington had seen them all.

“Grandfather,” Darren began.

Before he could say another word, Mr. Nathan Harrington—face thunderous, gripping his cane—sprang up from the sofa.

Smack!

A sharp slap landed square across Darren’s handsome face.