Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 70

The chemicals, mixed with a potent solvent, splashed across her face, neck, and clothes, raising angry red welts in an instant.

Her skin burned, but she felt no pain at all.

Noah, terrified of his father’s wrath, darted behind Xena for cover. Xena feigned concern, her voice syrupy sweet. “Noah, are you hurt?”

Noah shook his head.

Darren stood nearby, his eyes fixed on Charlotte’s ruined face. His voice was low and sharp. “Xena, take Noah to school.”

“Of course.”

Xena led Noah out of the manor, a line of bodyguards trailing behind them.

The living room fell into suffocating silence. None of the housekeepers dared breathe too loudly.

Darren sank onto the sofa. He didn’t look at Charlotte’s face—red, blistered, mottled—but his tone pressed down on her like a weight. “Why didn’t you move?”

Even the housekeepers had dodged. With Charlotte’s reflexes, it was impossible she’d get caught unless she let it happen.

Charlotte’s voice was calm, almost indifferent. “If I had stepped aside, Mrs. Harrington would’ve just kept coming. Then you’d be caught in the middle. So I figured—why not let your lowly bodyguard take the fall? That way, your family stays happy. Isn’t that best for everyone?”

Darren listened, pulling a cigarette from the pack but hesitating to light it.

A long silence stretched between them before he finally spoke. “Noah is my son. Whatever he does, I take responsibility. As compensation, you can name one thing you want.”

He also wanted to use this moment to see what exactly she’d been angling for, all her subtle, calculated provocations these past days.

Charlotte edged closer to the sofa, then knelt in front of him. Gently, she took the cold metal lighter from his hand.

Click.

A blue flame leapt up, illuminating the wounds on her face and the hard line of his jaw.

Their eyes met. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. “What I want is for you, Mr. Harrington, to spend two days with me.”

As she spoke, the restless flame reached for the cigarette between his lips. Smoke curled up, hazing his unreadable gaze.

He exhaled, sending rings of smoke drifting between them. “You’re not that special. Pick something else.”

Charlotte stood her ground. “But that’s all I want. If you won’t do it, just forget I asked.”

She stood and put three paces of distance between them.

Darren’s brow furrowed. Since when did a woman’s threat dictate his actions? He didn’t believe for a second that she’d stand her ground.

His order was ice-cold: “Keep driving. Don’t stop.”

“Y-yes, sir!”

The driver wiped sweat from his brow and pressed the gas, knuckles white on the wheel.

The distance shrank rapidly. Charlotte’s small figure grew larger in Darren’s line of sight, looming ever closer.

No matter how fast the car barreled toward her, she didn’t budge. She stood her ground, arms spread wide.

Fifty meters.

Twenty.

Ten.

Five.

The car sped toward the point of no return.