His Coy Lover

“Charles.”

Zelda called him, taking the initiative to ask, “Do you want to eat egg fried rice?”

But inside, she wondered if he, who dined so well every day, would appreciate her egg fried rice.

“Just one bowl. Why ask if I want it or not? I want it. Give me your bowl.”

Zelda hesitated for a moment, then smiled, “If you want it, I’ll give you mine, and I’ll make a new one for myself.”

“Then make a new one. Zack, go get her bowl for me.”

Zack immediately approached, extending his hand respectfully, “the bowl, please.”

Zelda: “… Fine.”

She handed the freshly cooked egg fried rice to Zack, watching him take it back to Charles. She heard Charles say, “Same place as last time.”

Zack then handed the bowl to Monday, and he pushed Charles outside.

Only when they were out of sight did Zelda mutter, “I thought he wouldn’t like my egg fried rice, but he even took my bowl.”

She lightly tapped her mouth, scolding herself, “Teaching you to speak without thinking.”

The pot had no more rice. She had only cooked enough for one person. Feeling lazy, Zelda decided to fry some noodles. By the time she finished eating the noodles, Charles had returned to the house.

Charles snorted, “I noticed you’re quite audacious. You argued with my mom, and even made her furious. When I came back, my mom immediately complained about you.”

“Your mom… she targets me, treating me like a free maid. I can’t let her take advantage of me. If I yield to her the first time, will I ever have peace again?”

Charles stared at her seriously.

The hairpin she gave him was now in his possession. At this moment, her long hair was down, and he had the urge to go over and tease her a bit.

“After dinner, let’s take a walk to aid digestion, so we don’t get indigestion.”

Charles suddenly changed the topic.

Zelda understood and walked behind him, pushing him forward. She said, “Since it’s a walk, why not leave the wheelchair and walk on your own? It’s good for exercise and digestion.”

“What, do you find me repulsive because I’m in a wheelchair?”

“Why would I think that way? I just want what’s best for you. If you exercise and undergo rehabilitation, you can recover. Don’t you want to return to normal?”

Charles coldly replied, “People’s hearts are the hardest to fathom.”

“I actually think your heart is the hardest to fathom, like a needle in the sea.”

Charles’s face darkened.

Zelda continued from behind, “Being in a wheelchair is inconvenient. Don’t you want to recover?”

“Even if you can walk like a normal person, you still can’t… do that. Who would want to marry me? Only a fool like you insists on marrying me.”

As Charles finished speaking, the woman behind him stopped walking. He felt her face approaching him, and he could already smell the fragrance from her body.

“Charles, are you really incapable?”

“What, thinking of backing out?”

“Back out of what? I told you, no matter how you change, I won’t mind, and I won’t regret it.”

Charles sneered, “Then why did you attempt suicide by cutting your wrists?”

“That was… after ‘dying’ once, I realized that Charles is actually quite good. At least, you’re not like others, pretending to be kind in front but stabbing others in the back. So, I changed my mind.”

Zelda inwardly thought, That was close. I almost fell for his words again.

Charles fell silent and didn’t speak.

Zelda, acting as if nothing happened, continued pushing him forward. She thought, So, he really can’t do sex stuff. Well, then, she wasn’t afraid to tease him.

Haha, found his weak spot.

Suddenly, a new hairpin was raised high.

“Take it. Clip your hair up. It’s windy, and if your hair gets messy, you’ll look like a ghost and scare people.”

Zelda: “…”

One day, if she could hear sweet words from him, the sun might rise from the west.

She took the new hairpin, a Chanel one, much more expensive than hers.

“Thank you.”

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Zelda chuckled.

…

Burton drove back to his home, honked the horn, and soon someone came to open the door.

A few minutes later.

He entered the main house, hearing the sound of cards being played. Knowing his mother had invited friends over for a card game again, he wore a hint of annoyance. When he walked to his mother’s side, his handsome face carried a smile as he bent down to check her cards, asking, “Mom, how much did you win today?”

“Just won worth a LV bag.”

Burton’s mom replied, looking up at him, “No social engagements tonight, why did you come back so early?”

“Had a meeting with a client at nine in the evening. It’s still early, so I came back to see you.”

“You sweet.”

Even if she knew her son’s words were lies, Burton’s mom was still very happy.

“Mom.”

“Wait a moment. I’ll talk to you after I finish.”

Burton smiled, “Sure, I’ll go upstairs to take a shower.”

Burton’s mom nodded, and he straightened up, nodded to the other ladies, then went upstairs.

Once he was out of earshot, the ladies asked Burton’s mom, “Burton’s mom, heard that your son Burton wants to marry the Roscente heiress who recently returned?”

“Marry, you got it wrong. It’s the Roscente heiress who set her sights on Burton, right? She’s shamelessly trying to marry Burton.”

“It’s because Burton has a good temperament, and he doesn’t want to hurt her heart. He’s willing to marry her.”

After Burton’s mom’s friends finished teasing, she said, “Zelda is also good. Although she didn’t grow up in the Roscente family, she excels in all aspects. Burton is willing to marry her, and I have no objections.”

The Roscente family only has Zelda as their biological child. In the future, about ninety percent of the Roscente Group will be left to Zelda.

If Burton marries Zelda, considering Zelda’s deep affection for him, once the Roscente Group is handed over to Zelda, it will ultimately fall into Burton’s hands. That’s the reason why Burton’s mom is willing to follow her son’s wishes and marry into the Roscente family.

“Burton’s mom, your daughter-in-law hasn’t officially joined the family, but you’re already protective of her.” Marry jokes, “I’ve seen that child before. She’s very beautiful, and her temperament is good. Judging solely by appearance, she matches well with Burton.”

“Burton has always had good taste.”

Everyone followed Burton’s mom’s lead and started praising Zelda.

“My son Burton has always had excellent taste.” Burton’s mom laughed, “I spoke to Chris on the phone this morning. I plan to visit and propose on a good day. Chris hasn’t responded yet; I suppose she needs to consult Peck’s opinion.”

While talking, Burton’s mom’s phone, placed on the card table, started ringing.

She picked up the phone and, seeing the caller ID, said to her friends, “Look, she’s calling as soon as we mention her.”