Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 171

“Is she yours?”

Bradley’s gaze was sharper than ever. “Mr. Harrington, whether she’s Lottie or Charlotte, she has the freedom to choose her own marriage and her own life. She doesn’t belong to anyone.”

With those words, Darren’s swaggering claim of ownership collapsed in an instant.

The smile vanished from Darren’s eyes.

Bradley, the famously discreet CEO of N-LINK—Avalor’s tech giant—was standing here, openly challenging Darren on his own turf.

He stepped closer, both men towering well over six feet, facing off like titans.

The moment their eyes met, the tension in the air crackled, thick enough to touch.

“Bradley, are you trying to pick a fight with me? Don’t forget—you’re in Heston now.”

“I have no interest in fighting with you. I only respect my wife’s wishes.”

“She’s not your wife!”

“By law, she is.”

Bradley’s unwavering reply brought a flush of anger to Darren’s face.

The hostility between them was mounting by the second. Charlotte finally broke the silence. “Honey, let’s go sort out the discharge paperwork. We don’t need to bother with Darren.”

Don’t need to bother with Darren?

Darren felt as if he’d been plunged into an ice bath. His gaze chilled as he looked at the woman in the wheelchair, his voice hardening. “Charlotte! Are you lying to me—or just lying to yourself?”

Charlotte arched a brow, her tone edged with mockery. “What exactly am I lying about?”

He all but growled, his obsession bleeding through. “Calling him ‘honey’? You just can’t stop, can you? There’s no way you could care about him! You’re only fooling yourself!”

She and Bradley had never crossed paths before; he’d only been in Heston a few days. Yet she was pushing Darren away for a man she’d barely met?

Charlotte ignored him, turning to Bradley with a gentle smile. “Honey, let’s go.”

That smile, the way she said “honey”—soft and full of tenderness—made Bradley pause for a heartbeat.

“Alright.”

His voice was steady as ever as he began to wheel her away.

As they passed Darren’s rigid, unmoving figure, a notification form for her ID restoration slipped from Charlotte’s lap. The wheel rolled over it, crumpling it beyond repair.

Ryan rushed over, picking up the battered paper and holding it out to Darren. “Mr. Harrington—”

Before he could finish, a cold drop landed on his small arm.

The words caught in Ryan’s throat.

Darren snatched the paperwork from his hand, and in the next breath, tore apart the document he’d spent sleepless nights and nearly all his favors to obtain. Shreds of paper scattered like confetti, drifting down in silence.