His Coy Lover

She touched Charles’s face, and despite his glare, she giggled with a sweet voice. “Charles, I know you don’t really like me, but we have a lifetime ahead. I’ll make you like me.”

Charles finally moved his lips and coldly commented, “Shameless.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

Charles: …

“Charles, let’s sleep together tonight as a couple.”

“If you’re willing to sleep on the floor, I have no objections.”

Charles finished speaking and turned his back to Zelda.

His wife was becoming more and more audacious, and he, unexpectedly, began to tolerate her audacity.

It was unbelievable!

They had only been married for a few days.

Zelda cheerfully slid off the bed. “Charles, wait for me. I’ll go wash up quickly.”

Charles, with a black line on his face, wondered why she spoke as if they were going to do something.

After Zelda went into the bathroom with her clothes, Charles turned over and, after some thought, sat up with difficulty. He then pushed his wheelchair away, escaping.

Thinking she could finally sleep peacefully in the bed in River Town’s business district, Zelda happily thought, but when she came out, there was only one large bed waiting for her. Her husband had already disappeared.

“Not fighting for the bed with me?”

Zelda mumbled, “He gave up so quickly. I’m not used to it. Sigh.”

If Charles had heard Zelda’s mumbling, he would probably be infuriated.

This cunning little fairy!

…

In the dimly lit room, on the big bed, a man and a woman were engulfed by red waves…

Charles suddenly sat up from the bed.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He had that dream again!

For the past few months, he had been having the same dream repeatedly. In the dream, he was entangled with a woman, continuously engaging in the most intimate actions, yet he couldn’t see the woman’s face.

A strange dream.

Charles dared to say that, at the age of thirty-one, he had never been so wanton in a dream with a woman.

He couldn’t understand why a man like him, who had no interest in women, maintained his virginity until now, would repeatedly dream the same dream. What did that dream foretell?

Reaching for several tissues from the bedside table, Charles wiped the thin sweat on his forehead.

As long as he had that dream, upon waking, he would always be covered in sweat. Sometimes, he would even be panting heavily, as if he had really experienced it.

Turning on the room’s main light, Charles, still feeling sleepy, got out of bed, sat on the wheelchair with difficulty, and pushed it to the desk in the room.

He opened a drawer on the desk, taking out a circle of drawings.

Spreading the drawing on the desk, it was a portrait without facial features, depicting a woman. Charles had drawn her based on the memory from the dream but couldn’t see her face.

“Who are you? Why do you repeatedly invade my dreams?”

Charles murmured to himself.

This dream had bothered him for a while, affecting his sleep.

“I don’t owe any amorous debts. Whoever you are, don’t come looking for me again.”

Charles put away the drawing and stuffed it back into the drawer.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Sitting quietly at the desk for more than ten minutes, Charles finally returned to the bed and lay down, forcing himself to enter the dreamland.

However, for some reason, every time he closed his eyes, the image of being engulfed in red waves with that woman would appear in his mind, like a large stone thrown into his calm heart, creating ripples layer by layer.