His Coy Lover

Seeing her looking like she brought trouble upon herself, Charles felt displeased.

“There are plenty of women outside who want to give me gifts, but I never accept anything they give.”

After Charles finished speaking, he glanced at Zelda.

Zelda replied, “I know Charles has always been virtuous and wouldn’t engage in frivolous affairs.”

However, in the past, there were countless women who wanted to marry Charles. When Zelda was still in the small town, she had heard about Charles’s reputation and seen him in newspapers or on TV. She knew some things about him.

Charles’s handsome face approached until she could smell a fragrance different from Burton’s.

It seemed somewhat familiar.

Without much thought, Zelda assumed it was the scent she recognized from the first day of her rebirth, when she bit Charles and smelled his scent.

“Charles?”

“Were you peeking at me just now? Regretting marrying me?”

“I regret the missed opportunity, but I don’t regret marrying you.”

Zelda’s daring hand landed on Charles’s thigh.

Charles’s muscles tensed.

He hadn’t expected this woman to be so bold, daring to touch… touch… touch his thigh.

She even ventured to move closer, reaching inside…

Charles’s face remained expressionless, but internally, he was in turmoil. No woman had ever dared to do this to him.

He was conflicted-should he let her continue or pull her hand away and teach her a lesson by twisting it?

Huh?

The soft hand changed its strategy, no longer moving further in but instead ventured to his knee.

There, it was all bones, hard and not exactly pleasant to touch.

Taking advantage wasn’t her style.

“Charles, I will take responsibility and make sure you can walk normally like anyone else.”

While Charles silently criticized Zelda for not seizing the opportunity, he heard her gentle, determined, and slightly pitiful words.

The usually tough-hearted Charles silently stared at Zelda.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

After a moment, he said in a deep voice, “I am disabled, and it’s not your responsibility. Whether I can walk like a normal person or not is also not your responsibility.”

“So…”

How should she take responsibility for him?

“After I became disabled, the servants in my house kept their distance. Even my family treated me with caution. I need a caretaker.”

Charles was telling Zelda that marrying her, forced by her sense of responsibility, was not for love but rather to have a free caretaker. Instead of a sweet and happy marriage, she would face his capricious nature and frequent discipline.

Zelda wasn’t angry; she smiled, “Charles, I, Zelda, always honor my commitments. I will do everything I promise.”

In her past life, after marrying Burton, she willingly became a woman who supported him, but the result was a tragic ending.

Charles pursed his lips, making a cold snort, as if waiting for what would happen next.

Back at the Winston mansion, Charles left Zelda alone and went to the pavilion to have his meal.

Standing in the picturesque courtyard, watching her husband heartlessly leave her behind for quite some time, Zelda rubbed her hungry belly. Dragging her suitcase, she headed towards a Western-style building, Charles’s residence within the mansion.

Living in a separate Western-style building.

Once inside, Zelda went upstairs on her own, intending to find a guest room to put her luggage down before going downstairs to prepare something to eat.

The Winston mansion was massive, accommodating nearly a hundred direct and collateral descendants of the Winston family. The houses nearby belonged to the Winston clan, living around the mansion. As long as they resided here, they could go outside without fearing any bullying.

There were many servants, bodyguards, drivers, and more. Even the bodyguards serving Charles knew that Zelda was his wife, but they wouldn’t attend to her without specific instructions from Charles.

Zelda had to prepare her own meals if she wanted something to eat.

The Winston mansion had many rooms, but none were available to her. She decided to check if there was a maid’s room on the ground floor, as long as the door was open, she could stay there.

Charles probably intended to show his dominance with this move, silently warning her to behave and not assume that being his wife meant she could do whatever she pleased.

Her guess was correct. The maid’s room on the ground floor was unlocked. She pushed the door open, pulled her suitcase inside, and found the room to be surprisingly spacious.

There was a bed but no bedding, let alone other beddings.

“Charles, do you need to be this harsh? After all, we are a married couple.”

Zelda murmured.

The weather was quite hot this season, so not having a blanket was not a big deal.

Zelda put down her suitcase and didn’t rush to unpack. Instead, she looked around the room. Not far away on the coffee table, a note was pressed down by an ashtray.

Curious, she walked over and picked up the note.

There were only four words on the note: “Do it yourself.”

The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, resembling Charles’s style.

“Do it yourself, provide for yourself. This little problem won’t stump me.”

Zelda crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash bin.

Charles might have forgotten that she grew up in the countryside, and even though her foster parents treated her well, she still had to do some household chores. Charles didn’t invite her to join him for dinner, but she could cook for herself. She was confident in her culinary skills.

However, when Zelda entered the kitchen, she realized she was too naive.