Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 232

After hanging up, Darren’s fingers flew across his banking app. In a flash, two billion dollars disappeared from his account.

On the other end, Xena watched the confirmation pop up on her phone, a satisfied smile curling on her lips. “Darren, you really are… still so willing to spend on me.”

But the smile didn’t last.

She murmured, almost lovingly, “Still… I can’t risk you coming after me again. Darren, tonight, you have to die.”

Before the words had fully left her lips, she slammed her thumb down on the red button of the remote.

BEEP—BEEP—BEEP!

The bomb strapped to the wheelchair came to life, its digital timer blinking urgently.

10, 9, 8…

“Mr. Harrington! Get out—now!” one of the guards at the exit shouted.

But Darren seemed possessed. He threw himself at the wheelchair, hands trembling as he clawed desperately at the tangled mess of wires.

“Don’t be scared… Charlotte, don’t be scared… I’m here… I’m not leaving you…”

7, 6, 5…

“Mr. Harrington!” The guards rushed in, but Darren kept pulling wires, snapping several loose, but the cold, mechanical countdown didn’t stop.

4, 3, 2…

Suddenly, he abandoned the wires and, with a guttural cry, wrapped his arms around the person in the wheelchair—bomb and all—crushing her to his chest. His voice was hoarse, breaking, “Charlotte… I’m with you. I’m not letting go…”

1… 0…

He squeezed his eyes shut.

But—nothing happened.

No explosion. No roar of fire. Just silence.

Darren’s eyes flew open. Slowly, stiffly, he looked down. The bomb’s screen was dark—dead, unresponsive.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that your flight to Heston, number XXX, has been cancelled due to mechanical issues. Please remain seated for further instructions…”

The blood drained from both Xena and the nanny’s faces.

The plane taxied back to the terminal.

The moment the doors opened, a team of airport security stormed in, heading straight for them. Xena and the nanny barely had time to gasp before they were seized and dragged off the plane.

They were unceremoniously shoved into the airport’s VIP lounge.

The door opened. A tall man in a sharp suit stood with his back to them, facing the massive windows.

Slowly, he turned.

His gaze was icy, merciless.

Xena stared at him as if she’d seen a ghost. “No… no, that’s impossible… You… you should be dead!”