His Coy Lover

“The Roscente Misses are here, Young Master.”

Charles remained silent and didn’t look at Zelda and her sister.

The bodyguard stood there, waiting for Charles’s response.

Zelda, with the corner of her eye, noticed Elle standing next to her with hands hanging at her sides, not daring to move. Upon closer inspection, Zelda could see Elle’s legs trembling slightly.

Zelda wondered if Elle had done something wrong and felt guilty, causing her to be so afraid of Charles.

Zelda stared at her husband, who was still exceptionally handsome and noble, even sitting in a wheelchair. She mischievously imagined a scene where Elle, despite being in a wheelchair, crawled into Charles’s bed but was kicked off the bed by him. The thought made Zelda not jealous but amused.

Unable to contain herself, she secretly chuckled.

“Are they really here to apologize?”

Charles finally spoke, his voice as low and cold as usual.

The bodyguard respectfully replied, “That’s what Elle said.”

Charles suddenly turned his head, his gaze locking onto Zelda. Caught off guard while trying to stifle her laughter, Zelda’s smile froze.

His eyes were deep, sharp, and, under his intense gaze, Zelda felt a bit flustered and embarrassed.

Elle sensed that something was wrong, and following Charles’s gaze to Zelda, she understood. A rush of heat surged to her brain.

She had come here to apologize, already feeling awkward, but Charles made them wait outside for a long time. Now, seeing Zelda, who caused this disaster, laughing secretly, and being noticed by Charles, Elle felt a surge of anger.

If Charles hadn’t been staring at Zelda, Elle would have slapped her right away.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Charles’s gaze shifted to Zelda’s wrist, still wrapped in bandages, indicating that she hadn’t changed the dressing after going back.

“Apologies without sincerity are not welcome. Send them back the way they came.”

Charles withdrew his gaze from Zelda, giving a cold order to the bodyguard to show them out.

“Charles.”

Elle urgently spoke, “Charles, we sincerely came to apologize. Zelda, growing up in the countryside, is impulsive and doesn’t know any better. She offended you, and I hope you can forgive her for this first offense.”

Charles looked at Elle again.

“Elle, this matter has nothing to do with you. When I don’t ask you questions, please stay quiet!”

Elle’s face turned pale instantly. She bit her lower lip tightly, both hands clenched into fists, but she dared not speak again.

Working at The Roscente and being in a higher management position than Zelda, Elle knew better about Charles’s character and methods. This man was by no means a good person.

Then, Charles turned his gaze to Zelda.

Zelda had regained her composure. She lifted her foot and walked, not towards the exit, but into the gazebo.

This move frightened the bodyguard and Elle.

“Zelda!”

Elle whispered, “Come out immediately!”

Ignoring her, Zelda, on her own accord, walked to the opposite side of Charles and sat down. She looked at the dishes on the table, praising the chef at The Winston for their excellent skills. Each dish was made with a perfect balance of color, aroma, and taste, comparable to a five-star hotel.

“Charles, I came here sincerely to apologize to you.”

Zelda spoke without looking at Charles, her gaze lingering on the dishes.

She had become hungry.

She had never realized how uncomfortable it was to starve herself. In her previous life, she had gone without eating for a few days just to marry Burton.