Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 68

“You!”

Darren hadn’t expected her to be so brazen…

If it had been anyone else who dared provoke him like that, he would’ve tossed them to his bodyguards and let them deal with the matter, no questions asked.

But for some reason…

His fists clenched, his breathing tight. He found himself unable to bring down his wrath.

Was it because Lottie had once taken a bullet for him?

He couldn’t say for sure.

Darren’s deep-set eyes bore into the woman who so carelessly stoked his temper, right under his nose. Something wild, long dormant inside him, was stirring back to life.

He’d once thought keeping Lottie close would make her a useful weapon against Herbert. But now…

He couldn’t shake the feeling that this woman—this Lottie, with her mastery of disguise and almost inhuman strength—might prove far more dangerous than Herbert ever could.

Regaining his composure, Darren no longer hesitated. He seized Charlotte’s arm and shoved her, none too gently, into the suite’s bathroom.

The door slammed shut behind her, sealing off everything.

Without missing a beat, Charlotte turned on the cold water and leaned into the shower, letting it cascade over her head. A sly smile played at her lips.

Darren, do you really think you’ll win every time?

Too bad. You didn’t get a single useful scrap of information out of me tonight. You lost.

…

Darren strode out of the suite, his very presence radiating a chill that warned others to keep their distance.

He grabbed the passing manager by the arm, his voice hard as iron. “Where’s Elliot?”

He didn’t have to wait for an answer.

At the end of the corridor, a battered and bruised Mr. Elliot Quinn was stumbling toward him, clutching his swollen face and cursing under his breath.

“Mr. Harrington! Where’s that wretched woman? She had the nerve to hit me! I want her to—”

“Bang!”

Without warning, Darren landed a punch square on Elliot’s already swollen face.

Darren delivered his final warning. “If it happens again, next time he won’t end up on the docks—he’ll be in prison.”

Barely containing his anger, Mr. Quinn nodded stiffly. “I’ll remember your words, Mr. Harrington.”

As the Quinn family stormed off in outrage, Xena practically collapsed into Darren’s arms. “Mr. Harrington, I feel dizzy… Let’s go home, please…”

Without a word, Darren swept Xena up in his arms.

His gaze drifted to Charlotte, standing apart. Her clothes were dry, the effects of the drug long gone, her expression once again calm and unreadable.

But what had happened on the yacht was like a stone cast into still water—nothing would ever be the same.

He could no longer afford to underestimate this woman.

And that was exactly what Charlotte wanted. With Darren’s focus locked on her, the team in the lab would have all the time they needed to transfer the data.

By morning, after a restless night, a doctor in a white coat arrived at the Harrington family’s estate.

Charlotte had just stepped out of her room when the housekeeper called out to her.

“Lottie, Mr. Harrington brought in a specialist to treat your face!”