Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 15

Charlotte rounded the corner about fifty yards from the auction house when a menacing voice, carried on the icy wind, sent a chill down her spine:

“Darren’s only got four bodyguards with him tonight. This is our chance—double the price if we take him out! Make sure he doesn’t leave here alive!”

Charlotte froze on the spot.

Darren…

Was Darren in danger?

She didn’t think twice. Heart pounding, she spun and sprinted back toward the auction house. In the distance, under the yellow glow of a streetlamp, she spotted a group of armed men—at least a dozen—closing in like wolves on their prey.

Standing beneath the lamp, oblivious to the danger, was Darren. His tall frame was outlined by the light, a slim cigarette hanging from his lips as Xena, on tiptoe, leaned in to light it for him.

They looked close, perfectly in sync, as if nothing could disturb their private moment.

Charlotte’s chest tightened, but she forced herself to shout, voice raw with panic, “Darren! Darren, behind you!”

He stiffened at the sound of her voice.

A split second later, the headlights of a car flashed by, casting quick silver glimpses of three blades glinting behind him.

Darren’s eyes hardened. He spun around, just as more than a dozen thugs charged forward, knives raised.

“Take them alive,” Darren said calmly, without a hint of fear.

Almost immediately, a group of his bodyguards burst from a waiting car by the curb. They collided with the attackers, the street erupting in a chaotic brawl.

Charlotte pressed herself into the shadows, watching as Darren’s security team—men trained like professional fighters, some with military bearing—effortlessly subdued the would-be assassins.

It hit her, belatedly, who Darren really was. His bodyguards weren’t just muscle—they were world-class, trained to handle situations like this. Why had she thought he needed her warning?

She glanced at Xena, who clung to Darren’s chest, trembling like a frightened bird.

Darren, across the street, fixed her with a cold, silent stare. Even from a distance, his eyes made it clear: Charlotte, get out.

A moment later, he scooped Xena into his arms without hesitation and carried her to the backseat of a waiting Rolls-Royce.

“Ma’am…”

The woman’s voice barely registered. Charlotte didn’t respond, just squelched up the stairs, shoes dripping, one heavy step at a time.

Suddenly, lightning split the sky, turning the dead of night to day. For a heartbeat, the hallway glowed white, revealing Charlotte’s ashen face.

At that moment, a child’s wailing rang out from the nursery—piercing and desperate.

“Noah!”

The sound jolted Charlotte from her daze. Every ounce of exhaustion vanished as she rushed for the nursery.

She threw open the door.

Click—the light snapped on.

Noah sat in his crib, surrounded by safety rails, sobbing his little heart out, “Waaaah… waaaah…”