Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 275

A flicker of emotion crossed Charlotte’s eyes.

She raised her hand and—gently pushed his face away.

“You should go back.”

Darren didn’t get angry at being pushed aside. Instead, his smile faded, his expression growing earnest and intense.

“If this trial works—if I make it through… do I still have a chance? Could you ever look back at me?”

His gaze locked onto hers, searching for the smallest shift in her expression.

Charlotte didn’t answer right away.

Her hand, resting on her knee, unconsciously brushed against the folded drawing hidden in her pocket. The stiff edge pressed against her fingertips.

After a long pause, she finally turned her head, eyes meeting Darren’s.

“Darren, right now we’re talking about your life. Surviving comes first.”

She didn’t answer his question, and she certainly didn’t make any promises.

But those two words—“surviving comes first”—sent a ripple through Darren.

She wanted him to live.

Maybe it was for the sake of the trial, maybe for something else. At least, she wasn’t shutting him out with cold, cutting words like she used to.

For him, that hope was a sliver of light in the dark.

A small smile tugged at Darren’s lips. “If you want me to live, Charlotte, I’ll give it everything I’ve got…”

“It’s late.”

Charlotte cut him off. “You need rest. You have to be in top shape before the experiment.”

He knew she was asking him to leave, but Darren’s mood couldn’t be dampened.

“I know. You should get some rest too.”

He stood, and as he reached the door, he couldn’t help but pause. He turned back for one last look.

Charlotte wasn’t looking at him anymore. Under the light, her profile looked tired.

Meanwhile, Darren made his way to the Harrington family’s old estate. He crossed the familiar courtyard and headed toward the garden beside the meditation room.

Mr. Nathan Harrington stood with his back to the door, slightly stooped, carefully snipping dead leaves from an orchid with a pair of small scissors.

“Grandpa.”

At Darren’s voice, the old man turned, eyeing him up and down with a frown. “You look terrible. No matter how busy things are at work, you can’t just ignore your health.”

“It’s not work,” Darren replied quietly.

Seeing the heavy look on Darren’s face, Mr. Harrington set the scissors aside and began watering the flowers at an unhurried pace. “Then something’s weighing on your mind. Out with it. Why did you come find me?”

Darren hesitated, his voice rough. “How did you know Grandma was the one?”

Mr. Harrington’s hands paused, just for a second, before resuming as if nothing had happened.

For once, he shared stories from his youth—how, before he’d inherited the family business, he’d been the thorn in everyone’s side. To keep his young, newlywed wife safe from those who would target her, he pretended not to care about her at all.

He won the family business in the end, but she’d left in anger, pregnant and determined, and he’d chased her all the way to Avalor, spending half a year on his knees and making promises before she finally agreed to come home.

“Love doesn’t always follow logic. Sometimes you’re just lucky to find it. If you miss it, well, that’s fate. But whatever happens, the most important thing is to follow your heart.”