Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 183

Charlotte had no desire to argue with him.

She looked off into the distance just as Bradley’s white Ferrari came into view, gliding smoothly down the road until it stopped at the curb.

The car door swung open. Bradley stepped out, those long strides carrying him straight to her.

His gaze fell first on the sunburnt flush of Charlotte’s cheeks. His voice was tinged with regret. “Lotty, I’m sorry I’m late.”

Lotty?

Darren froze.

Charlotte’s smile was warm. “Brad, as long as you’re here, you’re never too late.”

Darren: What the—?!

Lotty? Brad?

Wait a minute. Lottie and Bradley—was this some kind of couple’s nickname? When did that happen?

The realization hit Darren like a punch to the chest—twice.

Some losses didn’t need to be screamed from the rooftops. Sometimes, all it took was a pair of affectionate nicknames to remind a man he was already out of the running.

Bradley turned, acknowledging Darren with a polite nod. “Mr. Harrington. Didn’t see you there.”

His tone was breezy, as if he’d only just noticed Darren’s presence.

Darren’s eyes flashed cold. “I hear, Mr. Fairchild, you’re having your wife bid for the TOPMS Hospital artificial heart project?”

“Artificial hearts are the Harrington Group’s most advanced biotech project. Using your wife to challenge us—that’s quite the move, Mr. Fairchild.”

Bradley remained unruffled. “When Lotty’s involved, no one’s a match for her. This isn’t a challenge—it’s a done deal.”

Darren let out a short, bitter laugh. “You trust her that much?”

“Of course.” Bradley didn’t hesitate. “She’s my wife. If I can’t trust her, who can I trust?”

Bradley’s words cut like a saw, prying Darren’s teeth apart just to force-feed him this sickening display of affection.

Darren could practically taste blood in his mouth.

If not her, who else?

He glanced down at Charlotte, his mind reeling for a moment.

…

That evening, a Rolls-Royce sped through the twilight, heading toward Harrington Manor. As it pulled up at the gates, Darren caught sight of Noah, just returning from the taekwondo studio.

“Dad.”

Noah’s face was calm, betraying neither excitement nor joy at seeing his father home from a week-long business trip.

Since the accident, Noah hadn’t been close with anyone—not even Darren. It stung, but Darren was slowly learning to accept it.

He knelt down in front of his son, reaching out to gently pinch Noah’s cheek. “How was training at the studio? No slacking off, I hope?”

Noah shook his head. “I went every day. Didn’t skip once.”

Then, as if remembering something, his eyes grew shiny. “There’s a new kid in class—Ryan. Mom goes to pick him up every day with his dad. But me… I only have the bodyguard.”

Noah looked down, his voice small. “When Mom passes by me, it’s like she doesn’t even see me. Dad, why does Mom hate me?”

Darren’s gentle smile froze on his face.

He wanted to answer, but not a single word would come out.