Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 71

The car was about to slam into her when suddenly—

“Stop!”

Darren’s command rang out, sharp and cutting.

The driver slammed the brakes. Tires screeched, the car lurching to an abrupt halt less than a foot from Charlotte’s body.

Darren was out the door in a heartbeat, the bitter wind swirling around him as he strode toward her.

He stopped in front of her, eyes cold and piercing as he stared at her ruined face. “Tired of living?” he snapped.

Charlotte’s voice was raw. “It’s my fault. I was greedy before… I know I was wrong. You don’t have to waste two days on me, Mr. Harrington. One day is enough—just stay with me until my face is healed. Please?”

Darren’s gaze locked on her, unblinking.

Five seconds of suffocating silence passed.

He let out a low laugh, flat and humorless. “Lottie, I have two international meetings today worth over a billion. Tell me—what makes you so sure you’re worth that?”

Charlotte met his eyes. “I’m not. But you gave your word, Mr. Harrington. You promised you’d grant me one request. Your reputation is worth that much, at least.”

His lips curled into a colder smile. He turned to the bodyguards. “Get her out of here.”

The bodyguards stepped forward.

Just as they reached for her, Charlotte called out, “Mr. Harrington, do you still want the pastries from Pixel Sweetery?”

Darren froze mid-step.

He shot her a dangerous glare. “So, Lottie, you’re finally admitting all this was your doing?”

She was out of options now—she had to go all in.

“Spend a day with me. Once my face is healed, I’ll tell you where I learned to make those pastries.”

Darren’s expression grew even icier. “You miscalculated. I couldn’t care less about those pastries.”

He turned to leave.

His grip on her throat slackened, then fell away.

He pulled out his phone and barked, “Clear my schedule. Cancel all my meetings today.”

Charlotte’s lips curled in a faint, triumphant smile.

She’d won.

Soon, he’d see her healed face, and there’d be no hiding her identity anymore. What he’d do to her then—she had no idea.

But at least she’d bought the lab another day to move more data.

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Outside the exclusive preschool, Xena stared at her phone in disbelief as the nanny reported in.

“You’re telling me Mr. Harrington canceled everything—every meeting—just to stay home with that Lottie and help her fix her face?”

The nanny huffed, “That’s right. I saw Lottie kneeling in front of Mr. Harrington, lighting a cigarette for him on the sofa. I’ve never seen a woman like her—her face is ruined, but she can still wrap a man around her finger!”