Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 93

“Sit.”

Darren’s order came out low and commanding.

Charlotte’s brow furrowed. She couldn’t quite decipher his meaning, but her arms and legs already felt heavy with exhaustion. She relented, crossing the room and lowering herself onto the sofa across from him.

She had barely settled when his next words hit her like a stone: “Did you just call me by my full name?”

Her heart skipped a beat.

Lottie was his hired bodyguard—she always addressed him as “Mr. Harrington.” She’d never use his first name.

She’d been caught, but Charlotte quickly composed herself, her voice cool and even. “Mr. Harrington, are you really so concerned about a simple slip of the tongue right now?”

“A slip of the tongue?”

Darren remembered, suddenly, that when she’d shielded him from the shotgun blast earlier, she’d shouted his name then, too. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

But now it was different. Darren’s gaze, sharp and unyielding, fixed on her. He pressed, “In the underground tunnel, you called my son ‘Noah’ as well. Another slip of the tongue?”

“The situation was urgent. I didn’t have time for manners. If you’re so focused on how I addressed you—” Charlotte paused, then gave a bitter, mocking smile. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about how to deal with me, the supposed mastermind behind your son’s attempted murder?”

Her voice had the brittle edge of someone with nothing left to lose, every word laced with irony.

If he truly believed those absurd accusations, he might as well toss out his brain altogether.

Darren reached for a cigarette from the box on the coffee table, flipping open his phone with the other hand and dialing swiftly.

“That carpenter—cut out his tongue and break his hand. Let him know: this is what happens when you try to play me for a fool.”

Darren’s wrath was infamous; once provoked, his retribution was swift and merciless.

As soon as he hung up, Charlotte looked at him, her meaning unmistakable. “You’re certainly a man of principle, Mr. Harrington. What about everyone else?”

Noah’s mountain of lies, Xena—the real mastermind—still hiding in plain sight, all under his watchful eye.

Darren lit his cigarette, blue smoke curling between them. His tone grew darker. “The rest aren’t your concern. This is your final chance. Why did you call me by my name?”

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