Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 63

Charlotte was hiding just around the corner, not far from the commotion.

It seemed Darren’s hatred for her hadn’t lessened in the slightest. Even catching the briefest glimpse of her silhouette was enough to make him look as if he’d tear the place apart to find her—like a man possessed.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was Herbert.

She answered quietly, “Mr. Nelson?”

“Charlotte, are you alright? Darren was supposed to send someone to the lab today for the handover, but now his guy says he won’t come until tomorrow. Did you do something?”

Charlotte told Herbert everything, not holding anything back.

Herbert’s voice grew tense. “Charlotte, this is too dangerous! If Darren finds out you’re still alive… he won’t let you walk away.”

“Don’t worry about me, Mr. Nelson. Getting the lab data moved is what really matters right now.”

“I’ll handle the data, but you need to keep yourself safe. The chip’s already fused by fifty percent. Once it’s fully integrated, you’ll have a mind sharper than anyone in the scientific community has ever dreamed of. When that happens…”

Herbert trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.

Charlotte’s reply was calm. “I know. I’ll be careful.”

After hanging up, she made her way back to the Harrington estate, slipping past the security guards and climbing in through a window, avoiding detection.

Inside, she quickly changed out of her clothes and put on the standard-issue bodyguard uniform, then stepped out of her room.

In the hallway, a group of housekeepers were gossiping in hushed tones. “Did you see Mr. Harrington’s face this morning? That Lemon Meringue Pie—wasn’t that his ex-wife’s specialty?”

“He’s always insisted that pie is forbidden at the table, but today, when he saw it, he didn’t get angry. He just… finished the whole thing in silence. Do you think he’s still hung up on his ex-wife?”

Charlotte happened to overhear this last part as she stepped out. Her brow furrowed slightly.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she cut in.

The eldest housekeeper, a middle-aged woman, put a stop to the whispers. “What ex-wife? All this talk about lingering feelings—nonsense! You newcomers don’t know: Mr. Harrington never had an ex-wife.”

“Lottie, get on your knees!” she snapped.

Charlotte turned slowly to face her, gaze cool and composed, unmoved.

The silent defiance was the last straw for Xena.

She stormed over, arm raised, winding up for a vicious slap.

But just as her hand came down, Charlotte’s hand shot out, catching Xena’s wrist in an iron grip.

“I’m your bodyguard, not your punching bag,” Charlotte said, her voice steady and unwavering.

Xena winced, trying to wrench free but couldn’t. Her face twisted with shock and rage.

“Just you wait, Lottie! I’ll make sure you’re thrown out of this house for good. Don’t think you’ll last another day here!”

Jerking her wrist free, Xena shot Charlotte a look full of venom, then stormed upstairs in her heels, each step echoing her anger through the halls.