Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 257

The World Jade Expo was being held in a lavish palace at the heart of Avalor’s capital—a gathering that had drawn the entire upper crust of Frostaheim. Even Prince Simon of Avalor’s royal family was among the honored guests, and the event exuded an air of extravagant splendor.

Darren entered the venue in a perfectly tailored designer suit, his gaze drifting across the grand hall until it landed on Charlotte.

She sat poised in a wheelchair, draped in a sleek black evening gown with a matching veil that shrouded her face. Behind her stood five plainclothes security specialists—muscular, sharp-eyed, and clearly on high alert, forming an impenetrable perimeter around her.

Darren had wanted to give her a formal invitation, but Charlotte had refused. She insisted she had her own way of getting in, but refused to explain how. She kept her secrets close.

The Frostaheim branch director of the Harrington Group was already waiting respectfully by the entrance, ready to welcome Darren in. “Mr. Harrington, this way, please.”

With no other choice, Darren headed inside, but not before sending Charlotte a quick message on her new phone: [Charlotte, there will always be a seat next to me for you. If you need anything, just say the word.]

Outside the palace, Charlotte remained in the waiting area, as if waiting for someone.

At last, a custom limousine bearing the royal crest, flanked by police escorts, glided to a stop at the far end of the red carpet. Out stepped Prince Simon—tall, graceful, and impeccably dressed in a deep blue formal suit adorned with royal medals. Though nearly fifty, time had only deepened his distinguished charm.

His arrival set the media into a frenzy, flashes erupting as reporters scrambled to capture every moment of this famously unattached, strikingly handsome prince.

Charlotte had done her research. Prince Simon had once been deeply in love with her mother, Eunice. Their romance was well-known, and after Eunice’s mysterious disappearance, Simon had closed his heart to everyone but her. He’d remained unmarried ever since—a fact every socialite in Frostaheim could recite by heart.

But Prince Simon’s composure remained shattered. He could never mistake that face—the face he’d dreamed of for more than twenty years. The woman before him looked younger than his beloved, but there had to be some extraordinary connection between them.

A thousand questions flooded his mind, and he had no intention of letting this chance slip by.

Regaining his royal poise, Simon turned to his attendant. “Show this young lady in. She’s my guest of honor.”

A ripple of gasps swept through the crowd.

Headlines practically wrote themselves in the minds of every reporter. Within moments, the Frostaheim Times updated its front page: a photo of Prince Simon leaning down to speak to the veiled woman in the wheelchair, a caption promising the story of the night.