Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 284

She didn’t bother with explanations—just grabbed her car keys and walked out of the office.

Half an hour later, Charlotte’s car pulled up outside a discreet private club, tucked away from prying eyes.

Moving quietly, she slipped past the staff and headed straight for a particular suite.

Outside the half-open door, she could hear the muffled sounds of a man struggling to catch his breath—grunts and gasps that left little to the imagination.

It was Darren’s voice.

A chill flashed in Charlotte’s eyes.

Disgusting. She was done with him.

But if she was going to end their partnership, she’d do it face to face. Without a moment’s hesitation, she lifted her foot and kicked open the heavy wooden door.

“Darren, you—”

Her cold words died in her throat.

The scene inside was nothing like what she’d pictured. No women. No mess of tangled clothing.

Just Darren, shirtless, lying on a table that looked more like something from a wellness spa than a bedroom.

His brow was furrowed, sweat beading across his forehead, lips pressed white in pain.

Another man—dressed in medical scrubs and a mask—was bent over Darren’s chest, a professional tattoo machine in hand.

Startled by her sudden entrance, both men looked up.

Darren blinked in shock, instinctively sitting up. “Charlotte!”

The tattoo artist froze, speechless.

Charlotte’s gaze locked on Darren’s chest. There, etched freshly into his skin, was a single, clean letter: S.

So, it was all a misunderstanding.

He wasn’t cheating—he was having her name inked over his heart.

Darren gritted his teeth against the sting, waving the tattooist out of the room.

Now it was just the two of them.

He grabbed a piece of gauze and pressed it carelessly to the fresh tattoo, striding over to where Charlotte stood frozen. His smile was half rueful, half exasperated. “Here to catch me in the act?”

His arms tightened, drawing her impossibly closer. “You’re my reason to live, the one I’d come back to from the edge of the world.”

Charlotte could hardly breathe, crushed against him.

She shut her eyes and finally, slowly, slid her arms around his strong waist.

This feeling, this surge in her chest—this was the last piece of data she needed for the chip. The final entry: about emotion, about love.

No one but her knew the truth. The chip in her brain had entered its final countdown. In just two hours, it would be taken out—and she’d go back to being an ordinary scientist.

But she didn’t regret anything.

Because today wasn’t the end. Tomorrow would always hold something brighter.

She looked forward to a future where she’d create miracles with her own hands, no chip required. A future where she could shine even brighter—her truest self.

And for that, she was ready.

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(The End)