Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 290

Darren took her hand in his. “Hard work? Not at all. I told you—I’m your most loyal old hound for life, Charlotte. Making you happy is the best thing I could ever do.”

Charlotte smiled, letting her warm cheek rest against his shoulder. She didn’t say another word.

Ever since she’d taken him back, he never crossed boundaries into her private life, and he left her work well alone. But any trouble she faced, big or small, he was always there, ready to take it on without hesitation.

Two years ago, she’d told him honestly that she no longer had the advantage she once did. Unlike others, he didn’t look down on her or question her worth; if anything, he became even more gentle and protective.

She trusted that his feelings for her were real, that he put his whole heart into loving her.

After all the ups and downs, she had finally managed to tame this loyal, sweet-natured “big dog” of a man. The thought of letting him go, of handing him over to someone else, left her feeling unwilling and unsettled. So, she pulled him back into her life.

If one day he changed—if he stopped listening, if he hurt her again—she wouldn’t hesitate to throw him out once more.

But for the past two years, he’d been nothing but considerate, answering every need, never letting her down.

So, she made up her mind.

Let today’s worries stay with today. Whatever the future might bring, she’d deal with it when it came.

Living in the present—right now—that was enough for her.

Bradley’s message replayed in her mind: Had she rekindled her old feelings for Darren?

Old feelings? They’d long faded. There was nothing to rekindle. If she wanted him, she’d have him; if she didn’t, she’d let him go. There was no need to overthink all those tangled, messy emotions.

With a calm certainty, she unlocked her phone and typed a reply to Bradley: [Brad, I wish you happiness.]

After hitting send, she turned off the screen, nestled closer to Darren’s shoulder, and drifted off to sleep.

When the concert ended, the helicopter landed smoothly on the private helipad atop their villa.

Darren moved gently, lifting her into his arms and wrapping her snugly in his jacket before carrying her inside.

The house was peaceful and quiet. As they passed the study on the second floor, Darren noticed the door ajar, a warm light spilling out.

He glanced through the gap and saw Noah, sitting at the desk, completely absorbed in his drawing.

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