His Coy Lover

Zelda didn’t even look at Burton. She spoke with a calm tone, “Burton, this is between Charles and me. It’s none of your business. Please don’t meddle. Go back where you came from.”

“Zelda.”

Burton called out softly, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He tried to coax Zelda, “Zelda, I know you’re still angry with me. I’ve been busy lately and neglected you. I apologize. When we go back, I’ll take you to choose a set of jewelry as my apology.”

“Zelda, come back with me.”

Burton reached out to grab Zelda’s hand.

Zelda slapped his hand away, “Burton, can’t you understand what I said? Just go!”

“Zelda!”

Burton looked at her in disbelief. He came to pick her up at Winston, and her attitude was distant and cold, even becoming impolite. What did he do wrong? What caused this sudden change in her?

“Charles, I’m sorry for any inconvenience. Zelda and I had a small disagreement.”

Burton blushed and apologized but felt resentment towards Zelda, making him lose face in front of Charles.

Charles, quite interested, asked, “What disagreement caused Burton to come to my house to pick someone up? And on what grounds did you pick her up?”

“Just a small disagreement. Charles, Zelda and I are in an engagement. We’ve set a date for the betrothal ceremony at Roscente. When the time comes, I hope you’ll honor us with your presence and have a drink at our engagement celebration.”

“Burton, what nonsense are you talking about? Who said we are engaged?”

Zelda was infuriated by Burton’s words. She glanced at her grandfather, who was looking at her with an amused smile. Though he wasn’t as cold as before, Zelda felt uneasy. She would prefer him to be cold.

“Sure, when Burton and Zelda get engaged, just inform me, and I’ll definitely bring a generous gift to congratulate you. I’ll also have a drink at your engagement celebration,” Charles replied, surprising Burton with his unexpected politeness.

Burton was overjoyed but also bewildered. He didn’t expect Charles to be so accommodating. “If Burton has nothing else, please leave. I want to enjoy the sunset, and Burton’s presence here is affecting my enjoyment,” Charles said, unusually courteous to Burton.

Burton nodded deferentially, “If Burton has no other matters, please excuse me. I’ll leave now.”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Once Burton’s car was gone, Charles turned his head to glare at the woman behind him.

Zelda hurriedly explained, “Charles, Burton and I are not engaged. I admit that I used to like him a lot, but that was in the past. Now I don’t like him at all, really. Not even a bit.”

She only hated Burton now, wanting to become stronger and deal with Burton and Elle for her daughter’s revenge.

“Lower your head.”

“Why?”

Zelda asked defensively. Every time he asked her to lower her head or bend down, it was never for a good reason.

“Don’t make me say it a second time.”

Zelda, frustrated, reluctantly lowered her head.

His long fingers unceremoniously tapped her head several times, and his cold words pierced her ears, “Your brain is full of mush!”

A man like Burton, and she could love him to the point of being willing to die for him?

“Charles, I…”

“Go back!”

Charles suddenly became fierce, his face turning cold, and his eyes icy. His words were so cold they cut like a knife.

Zelda’s unfinished words were swallowed back. Silently, she pushed Charles back home.

Who knew he would push away her hands?

“Charles?” Zelda called worriedly. There were no bodyguards around. If she went back, who would push him home?

“Go!”

Zelda pursed her lips, feeling a bit hurt. She didn’t attempt to say anything more. Turning around, she walked away. She thought Charles wanted her to go back to her own home. So, she kept walking forward until the cold man shouted at her, “Who allowed you to go back to your home?”

Zelda turned to look at him. Did he mean for her to go back to the Winston mansion? Couldn’t he make himself clearer?

“Understood.”

She replied and reluctantly gave up the idea of going back to her parents’ house. She turned around and walked towards the mansion.

Once her figure disappeared into the distance, Charles couldn’t help but pound his wheelchair twice. He stared at his legs, unable to walk, and pounded them twice as well.

Damn Zelda!

It was her who claimed to take responsibility for him. She married him, yet she still wanted to entice Burton.

Zelda was not at ease leaving Charles alone on the lawn. She returned to the mansion, seeking the two personal bodyguards who usually accompanied Charles. She instructed them to go to the lawn immediately to take care of Charles.

“Did you anger Charles?” one of the bodyguards asked her.

Zelda hesitated before replying, “I don’t know why he’s angry, maybe it’s really my fault.”

She had corrected her mistake, but the traces left behind couldn’t be erased.

The bodyguard wore a troubled expression, without saying more, he hastily left.

Zelda felt that she had implicated the two bodyguards. Charles stayed outside for a long time, until the sky darkened, before being pushed back by the bodyguards.

Zelda waited for him at his residence.

Seeing him return, she greeted him with a smile, “Charles, you’re back.”

“No smiling. Whenever I see your smile…”

Charles raised his head, warning in his eyes. The warning words couldn’t continue when facing her sweet smile.

He was afraid that if he spoke too decisively, he would be proven wrong in the future, and that would be painful.

“Push me inside.”

“Okay.”

Zelda quickly took over, pushing him into the house.

Once inside, Charles requested to go back to his room for a bath and asked Zelda to help him.

As Zelda pushed him towards the room, she was so shocked by his last words that she almost forgot how to walk.

Stammering, she repeated his words, “Charles, you want me to help you bathe?”