Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 60

A cold, humorless smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “As CEO, I’m firing Mr. Nelson. And as of today, he’s blacklisted from the entire scientific community.”

Charlotte’s pupils contracted in shock. She stared at Herbert, incredulous. “The research center… it’s been absorbed into the Harrington Group?”

Herbert said nothing. The silence crashed over her like a wave of icy water.

After a long moment, Charlotte’s voice came out thin and strained. “Mr. Nelson, you should go. I know my own health—I don’t need you to resign over this.”

The Harrington family’s influence in Astra was untouchable. Herbert couldn’t afford to cross them.

Still, Herbert stayed silent.

Behind them, Darren’s voice dripped with mockery. “Didn’t you just declare you’d make her step down, Mr. Nelson? What’s the matter—can’t bear to lose your job? What a sanctimonious fraud.”

Herbert clenched his jaw.

Suddenly, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and shot Darren a defiant look. “No wonder Charlotte chose to take the Harringtons’ thirty lashes rather than stay married to you.”

A flash of icy menace flickered in Darren’s eyes.

“Say that again, Herbert. I dare you.”

The tension in the room was knife-sharp, until Charlotte’s voice cut through it. “Mr. Nelson, please—just go.”

Charlotte had always known Darren was dangerous. Pushing him any further would only end up hurting Herbert more.

Herbert reached into his pocket and pressed a small paper crane into Charlotte’s hand. “Get some rest. If you need anything, call me.”

She nodded.

The door opened and Herbert’s footsteps faded down the hall.

Now only Darren and Charlotte remained.

Her mind flashed to the research center, the fate of the lab, and Herbert’s helpless face just moments before.

She made up her mind—she couldn’t keep waiting for fate to deal her cards. She had to take the initiative.

Suddenly, she threw back the covers and swung her feet to the floor, rising from the bed and crossing the room to stand in front of him.

“I learned it in bed with Mr. Nelson. He’s not just one of the top biologists in the country—he’s a master of physical therapy, too.”

As she spoke, Charlotte—now dressed, the thin nightgown replaced by the housekeeper earlier—stepped close to Darren.

Her delicate arms draped over his shoulders.

She looked up, her lips curling into an enigmatic smile, her voice warm and sultry.

“It feels wonderful, Mr. Harrington. Would you like to find out for yourself?”