Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 282

“Don’t you like it?”

Darren’s heart skipped a beat, tension tightening in his chest.

Charlotte’s clear, beautiful eyes lifted to meet his, cool and unruffled. “It’s nothing special,” she said calmly. “I can’t say I like it, but I don’t dislike it either.”

Darren drew a deep breath. The road ahead was long and uncertain…

But he wasn’t in a rush. He took her hand gently. “Let’s eat first.”

He led her to the center of the restaurant, to a heart-shaped table draped with a blush pink cloth, set up with meticulous care.

As soon as Charlotte sat down, Darren snapped his fingers.

The lights dimmed all around them, replaced by a soft, magical glow as hundreds of fireflies danced through the air.

Darren smiled. “These fireflies—each one stands for my love for you.”

Taking her hand in both of his, he looked into her eyes. “Charlotte, while I was in that coma, I had a long dream. In it, I never lost you. There was no fire. You weren’t left waiting, alone, through endless years. You never got hurt. You were always right by my side—safe, happy, at peace.”

“I used to think, maybe it would be better if I could just stay in that dream forever. But I know there’s so much I still need to do here, things I need to make right.”

“Charlotte, you gave me a second chance at life. From now on, I’m living for you—only for you.”

As he spoke, the flickering fireflies cast shifting golden patterns across Charlotte’s face, where a trace of emotion finally stirred.

Just then, a waiter rolled over a silver cart.

During dinner, Darren poured her wine but didn’t rush to clink glasses. Instead, he lifted his own and fixed her with a deep, mesmerizing gaze. “Charlotte, give me your hand.”

She hesitated, but as soon as she reached out, he intertwined their arms, drawing her close—so close she could feel his breath, see her reflection in his eyes.

Suddenly, a glass of red wine appeared in her palm.

“Charlotte, let’s drink this—cheers to our partnership.”

“...Oh.”

She took a small sip, a hint of pink blooming across her cheeks.

In the glow of candlelight, Darren began to move with the rhythm—hips swaying, shirt lifting from the hem to reveal a sculpted set of abs, the metal chain at his waist clinking musically.

Dancing closer, he grabbed the mic and, voice low and rough, sang along with the chorus, his tone smoky and alluring: “Heat… rising…”

“So many nights and days…”

“No holding back…”

Charlotte sat there, utterly stunned. Was this really the same aloof, dignified CEO she used to know—now dancing just for her?

She started to wonder if the heart she’d given him… might have been a little too powerful.

Darren’s dance brought him ever nearer, his knee brushing against her chair. He leaned in, bracing one hand on the back of her seat, half-encircling her.

His lips brushed her ear, his breath burning hot across her skin. “Be my lover…”

Her breath caught, her heart nearly skipping a beat.