Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 113

Darren stood alone on the balcony, the tip of his cigarette glowing red in the dusk.

“Mr. Harrington, we’ve looked into Ms. Lawson’s apartment. Aside from Herbert, no other adult males have been seen coming or going recently.”

“Keep digging,” he ordered, voice cold.

As he ended the call, a notification popped up from a social app: [Still interested? Five grand for tonight.]

Darren’s eyes narrowed, shock splitting through him.

She’s still… meeting strangers?

He suddenly remembered—tomorrow was his wedding day with Xena.

“Charlotte, admit it. You still can’t let me go!”

Why else would she lose control again, lining up another rendezvous with a male escort?

Fine. Tonight, he’d strip away her pathetic pretense of indifference with his own hands.

He grabbed his coat and strode out of the bedroom.

Through the window, the pale moonlight caught Xena’s silhouette as she watched him. She saw his tall frame step into the Rolls-Royce, barely hesitating before the car sped off into the night.

Swirling her wine, Xena sighed to herself, “Mr. Harrington, we’re getting married tomorrow, and you still can’t keep your hands to yourself, even tonight?”

A knock sounded at the door.

It was the old housekeeper she’d begged Darren to keep on. The woman entered, worry written all over her face.

“Xena, while I was doing laundry, I managed to slip a tracker into his suit pocket. This is your chance,” the housekeeper whispered.

“If she’s out of the picture, your place as Mrs. Harrington will be secure.”

Xena only nodded. “I understand, Mom.”

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Inside a lavish hotel suite, the air was thick with heat.

Charlotte’s heart plummeted as she saw the escort’s username on the screen—her blood ran cold.

It was Darren. The man who’d tangled with her last time, the one she’d wanted nothing to do with for the rest of her life—had been him all along.

“Get out! Leave me alone!” she shouted, fists pounding his chest in humiliation and fury.

But the drugs in her system, combined with the malfunctioning chip in her body, just left her movements weak and clumsy. Her soft body brushed against him, and the contact only fanned the flames inside her higher.

Darren shrugged off his coat, letting it fall to the floor. He loosened his tie with elegant, predatory ease—every movement suffused with dangerous intent.

His deft fingers made quick work of her clothes, cool palms slipping over her heaving chest, his touch both gentle and commanding.

“Mmm…”

“Tell me, Charlotte. Why did you set up tonight’s little meeting?” His voice was a low, dark temptation, determined to wring the truth from her lips.

“Don’t touch me!” she gasped, struggling harder, but he only pressed her closer to the wall.

His burning hands roamed, driving her mind further into chaos, until all she could do was gasp for breath, lost between fury and helpless need.