Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 65

Just as his tall figure was about to cast a shadow over Charlotte, Xena’s voice rang out.

“Mr. Harrington! You’re back early!”

Darren stopped in his tracks.

Xena moved quickly to his side, winding her arm around his. “Now that you’re back, take me to the Night Voyage at Divergio Wharf, please? You promised!”

Darren’s expression softened as he tightened his hold on her arm, his voice low and indulgent. “Alright. I’ll take you.”

But as they were about to leave, he turned to Charlotte and ordered, “Lottie, you’re coming too.”

Xena’s smile flickered, but she kept her annoyance in check.

Divergio Wharf came alive as dusk fell, lanterns casting golden halos across the water.

Darren had reserved the most luxurious cruise ship, going so far as to shut down the rest for the evening to avoid any interruptions. Yet tonight, of all nights, trouble found them—Astra’s notorious playboy, Elliot Quinn, refused to take no for an answer.

Charlotte recognized him instantly. Two years ago, Darren had gotten drunk at a private club, and the bodyguards called her to pick him up. That night, she’d been cornered by Mr. Elliot Quinn in a hallway. He’d been flirtatious and crude, perfectly aware she was Darren’s wife, yet he’d still had the nerve to ask her out. Charlotte never told Darren; even if he knew, he would’ve just laughed it off and praised Quinn for his boldness. She’d spared herself the humiliation.

Now, Mr. Elliot Quinn was clinging to an influencer-type girlfriend, grinning and trying to charm his way onto Darren’s private cruise.

Xena piped up, “Mr. Harrington, Mr. Quinn is asking so nicely—let’s just let them join?”

Darren replied coolly, “As long as you’re happy.”

With that, the group boarded the yacht.

On deck, Darren draped his jacket over Xena’s shoulders. The two of them looked every bit the perfect couple, their silhouettes glowing beneath the full moon.

A short distance away, Charlotte stood with the other bodyguards, forming two neat lines.

Suddenly, someone barked harshly, “Where did this little brat come from?”

Darren’s face darkened with rage. “Elliot, who gave you the right to cause trouble on my boat?”

Elliot just shrugged, grinning. “I only kicked him off the boat. If the river’s full of water, that’s hardly my fault, is it?”

Darren didn’t waste another word. He barked at the bodyguards, “Get in there and find them!”

The guards were just about to jump in when Charlotte broke the surface, the boy clinging to her.

Stunned, one of the guards called out, “Mr. Harrington, Lottie’s already got the kid!”

“Throw them a rope,” Darren ordered.

Soon, Charlotte was hauling herself and the shivering boy back onto the deck, clutching the rope.

A young woman in a server’s uniform dashed over, tears streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around the boy and fell to her knees before Elliot Quinn, pleading, “It’s my fault! I brought my son here because I had no one to watch him at home. I never thought he’d upset a guest. Please, sir, I beg you—forgive us!”