Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 81

Charlotte leaned in a little closer, letting her familiar scent drift into Darren’s senses.

He lowered his gaze, studying the face now just inches from his.

Porcelain skin, eyes bright as polished stone…

In a flash, he was whisked back fourteen years—back to the moment the girl in his arms had stolen a kiss on his cheek, only to be caught red-handed. He could still see those wide, trembling hazel eyes as if it were yesterday.

Darren swallowed hard.

He couldn’t believe it, but he saw a trace of Shortie in her eyes.

Snapping out of it, he gripped her shoulders, stopping her from moving any closer. His expression turned cold once again.

“Enough with your games. And don’t think you can fool me. Even if Charlotte herself stood in front of me, all I’d see is a clown who faked her own death.”

Charlotte let out a bitter, self-mocking smile.

She’d spent three years married to Darren. He never loved her, but at least she’d once been important enough to hate.

Now, she stood right before him, and he didn’t recognize her at all.

Turns out, it wasn’t just his love that was worthless—his hatred didn’t amount to much either.

Charlotte swallowed her emotions and replied coolly, “Mr. Harrington, clowns tend to disappear for good in the end.”

All she needed was two more days for the lab—then she’d vanish from his life forever.

She stepped back, but his grip tightened on her shoulders.

Darren’s brow furrowed. “Disappear for good? What are you talking about?”

“Just what it sounds like.”

Charlotte brushed his hand off her shoulder, pulled out her phone, and said in a chilly tone, “Mr. Harrington, tell your driver to follow this address.”

Darren snatched the phone from her, glanced at the navigation, and his scowl deepened.

A chapel?

Was Charlotte hiding out in a church?

…

Elsewhere—

The Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of Sanctuary Chapel.

“Why did you bring me here?” Darren asked, his mood sour as he stared at the all-too-familiar chapel.

Years ago, this was where he’d seen Charlotte make a wish for Herbert. If it weren’t for all the faithful who came here, he’d have bought this place and turned it into a graveyard long ago.

Charlotte looked up at the old stone church—a place she’d visited every year since the orphanage fire. Her voice was steady. “The person you’re looking for is here.”

Without another word, she started up the steps toward the chapel, every stride purposeful and final.

Darren let out a cold laugh. “Charlotte, seems like after you faked your death and left the Harringtons, you had nowhere else to crawl but here. Figures you’d end up lingering in a place like this.”

He clenched his fists and followed after her.

The two of them entered the chapel courtyard, one after the other.