Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 66

Mr. Elliot Quinn was just about to lay down the law when Darren cut him off. “On this yacht, whose word counts—yours or mine?”

Darren’s eyes flashed dangerously. Mr. Quinn instantly swallowed whatever he was about to say.

The server, realizing who truly owned the boat, turned to Darren. Before the man could even beg, Darren’s lips curled in a cold smirk. “At the next dock, get off. Both of you.”

“T-thank you... Thank you so much...”

The server, relief flooding his face, hustled the boy away.

As they left, the boy glanced back at Charlotte.

Charlotte stood on the deck, soaked to the skin, her security uniform clinging to every curve. She didn’t look exactly pitiful, but there was no denying her vulnerability—and the sight instantly caught the attention of every man nearby.

A towel was thrust in front of her face. Xena, wearing a dazzlingly fake smile, said, “Lottie, you always manage to turn heads, don’t you? Go dry off and get yourself cleaned up.”

Charlotte took the towel.

She turned to leave, but Mr. Elliot Quinn called out, stopping her.

With a grin that didn’t reach his eyes, he said, “Mr. Harrington, your bodyguard’s impressive! There’s still over four hours left on this cruise—think you could spare her to protect me tonight? I could use a lady on my team.”

Darren let out a cold laugh. “The Quinns’ stock price must be soaring lately if you think you can poach talent straight from the Harringtons.”

Mr. Quinn immediately lost his bluster, silenced for the second time in as many minutes. Frustration flickered across his face.

Xena’s voice sharpened. “Lottie, are you coming or not?”

Charlotte didn’t linger a moment longer. She left the deck.

The yacht was enormous, its staterooms as lavish as any five-star hotel. A staff member led her to a smaller guest cabin. Once inside, she quickly dried her face and neck with the towel.

She was about to take off her drenched uniform when the electronic lock on the door clicked.

The sound was faint, but Charlotte’s instincts kicked in. She ducked behind a wardrobe, eyes fixed on the door.

The door swung open, and a face she loathed filled the gap—Elliot.

But as she rounded the corner, she spotted Xena and Darren heading right toward her.

Panicked, she darted into the nearest room—the most luxurious suite on the entire yacht.

Outside, Xena massaged her temples, playing the damsel. “Mr. Harrington, I’m feeling a little seasick...”

“I’ll walk you to your room,” Darren replied.

“But I’m afraid to be alone... Could I stay with you instead?”

Darren hesitated. With Lottie busy elsewhere, she wouldn’t be able to watch over Xena anyway.

“Alright,” he agreed.

He pushed open the door—only to be hit by an unfamiliar, lingering scent.

Darren’s eyes narrowed. Someone was in his room.