Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 180

How could Bradley—cold, distant, never interested in women—possibly be genuinely in love with Charlotte?

And Charlotte? She’d loved him for fourteen years. How could she care for anyone else?

At most, they were just putting on a show for others.

But that moment just now—Bradley’s tenderness, Charlotte’s gentle obedience—was enough to drive Darren out of his mind.

Restless.

Jealous.

…

“Thank you.”

Charlotte’s voice was soft as she slid back into Bradley’s car.

His expression had already returned to its usual calm. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small jewelry box.

“I told you I’d get you a little something to celebrate your first day at N-LINK.”

He opened the box to reveal a designer necklace. The chain was delicate, the pendant a tiny star that caught the sunlight and scattered it in a hundred directions.

Charlotte’s fingers twitched, then stilled.

“Let me put it on for you,” Bradley offered, noticing she couldn’t lift her arm. He leaned in, closing the distance between them.

His warm breath brushed the hollow of her neck.

Charlotte’s breath caught. She forced herself to ignore how close they were. “Thank you for the gift, Mr. Fairchild. Once I start at N-LINK, I promise your investment won’t go to waste.”

Bradley paused for a moment, saying nothing.

After fastening the necklace, he lingered, his gaze locked on her clear hazel eyes, now only inches away. His voice was lower, more intense. “Lottie, has anyone ever told you your eyes are like stars—like they could light up the whole sky?”

A montage of faces flashed through Charlotte’s mind. She shook her head. “No.”

“Then I’m honored to be the first to notice.”

The timbre of his words left her stunned for a second. She managed a polite smile in reply.

Bradley studied her smile, a ripple of emotion flickering in his eyes. But it vanished as quickly as it came.

Consumed with bitterness over Nathan forcing him into marriage, Darren hadn’t hesitated. He’d told the hospital to have it preserved and sent to the museum.

But he’d forgotten two things.

How much pain Charlotte had endured—body and soul—when they took her uterus.

And the fact that she’d nearly died bringing Noah into the world.

Back then, Darren was convinced Charlotte had given birth just to secure her place as Mrs. Harrington.

But thinking back, all the money he gave her during their marriage—she’d donated it to Sanctuary Chapel, spent it all nurturing the Wishing Tree.

The title of Mrs. Harrington—she never flaunted it, never used it to her advantage. From beginning to end, that name had brought her no dignity, no protection.

Now, all she carried were the scars he’d left behind. There was nothing on her—nothing at all—that bore his mark.

The realization made Darren’s chest tighten painfully.

His phone rang, piercing the silence. He answered, irritation in his voice.

The old butler sounded more anxious than Darren had ever heard him. “Sir, Nathan’s taken a sudden turn for the worse!”