Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 98

Xena put on her best look of shock. “Mr. Harrington, what did you just say? Lottie is Charlotte? I thought she just had a little cosmetic work done—was that all a lie? How could she toy with you like this?”

Darren yanked at his tie, irritation clear on his face.

“Enough. I’ll find out who’s really behind Noah’s accident. You focus on preparing for the wedding. Get some rest.”

But Xena didn’t move. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pressed close. “Mr. Harrington, we’re getting married in three days. I’m so nervous. Will you stay with me tonight?”

“Xena, I told you—I have things to take care of tonight!”

He pushed her away, his mind clouded with anger. The image of Charlotte meeting with a male escort at the club burned in his thoughts, fueling his rage.

He left, abrupt and determined.

Xena’s eyes narrowed as she watched him go, a twisted smile curling at the corner of her lips.

“Charlotte, it doesn’t matter what you do. In just a few days, I’ll be Mrs. Harrington. There’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

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At the exclusive club, the manager was following Charlotte’s very specific instructions for hiring the night’s companion.

First, the man was not to reveal his face at any time.

Second, the session had to last at least two hours.

Third, he had to be at least six-foot-two, with a sculpted eight-pack.

The manager had barely selected a candidate and handed him a mask when, suddenly, someone snatched it away.

The manager turned, only to be greeted by Darren’s icy, intimidating stare. He blanched. “Mr. Harrington!”

After all, the club was one of the Harrington Group’s more secretive businesses.

Darren gripped the mask, his voice cold as steel. “If anyone so much as breathes a word of this, I’ll make sure they never talk again.”

With that threat lingering in the air, he took Charlotte’s key card and strode away, his presence chilling.

Moments later, he was at Charlotte’s suite.

From the bathroom came the soft, steady sound of water.

He followed the sound, pausing at the frosted glass, where a woman’s silhouette—curved and elegant—was visible in the mist.

But something felt off. He caught a chill in the bathroom air—there was no steam at all.

Cold water? She took a cold shower?

Before he could process this, Charlotte’s voice called out from the bedroom. “Hurry up, would you? If I’m not satisfied, I’m docking your pay—and leaving a nasty review.”

Two thousand dollars, a pay cut, a bad review…

Every word made Darren’s jaw twitch with humiliation.

He drew a deep breath, smothering his rage, pulled off his shirt, and stepped under the shower.

Five minutes later, the water stopped.

Charlotte sat on the bed, watching as the man approached—mask still on, nothing else to hide him. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a powerful chest, those eight-pack abs, every line of his body trailing down to a tantalizing V.

She was already restless, patience worn thin.

As soon as he reached the bed, she grabbed him without a word—and in one swift motion, flipped him onto his back, straddling him.