His Coy Lover

Zelda was unaware of Elle framing her.

When she woke up, the sun was already up.

Instinctively, she reached out and found Charles next to her, causing her to sit up abruptly.

“Darling, have we arrived home?” she asked.

“Where else would we be?” Charles replied.

Zelda blinked. “How did I get back to the room?”

She seemed to have fallen asleep in the car.

“You sleepwalked and came back by yourself,” Charles answered.

Zelda chuckled, leaning over and pressing herself against Charles. She lightly pinched his facial muscles and then exclaimed, “Honey, your facial muscles are quite soft. They say people with soft facial muscles have good temperaments, so why is your temper so foul?”

“Complaining about my temper and yet still wanting to marry me. Now you’re even lying on top of me, thinking of forcing yourself on me so early in the morning?” Charles retorted.

“… Darling, you’re being too harsh. Even if I wanted to force myself on you, you… I’d just be forcing myself on loneliness,” Zelda responded.

Charles had a deadpan expression.

“Were you asleep like a log? How could I help you take a bath? I was afraid you’d drown in the bathtub,” he remarked.

“With you here, you wouldn’t let me drown. Besides, I can swim,” Zelda retorted.

“… You’re quite versatile,” Charles commented.

“Of course, I don’t have much real talent. How dare I open such a large training institute? Sigh, I miss my training institute. My dream was to develop it into a nationwide chain,” Zelda lamented.

Charles casually remarked, “Once you can take over the Roscente and handle business with ease, you can continue with your training institute. In recent years, interest classes have been quite popular and have potential.”

“Right.”

Zelda nodded, taking it one step at a time.

After all, she lacked business management experience from her past life.

Returning this time, even though she had Charles’s support, she still had to rely on herself to guard the family business.

For revenge, she also wanted to rely on herself to relieve her hatred.

“Darling, are you tired?” Zelda asked.

Charles gazed at her intensely.

Zelda felt a bit intimidated by his gaze and quickly rolled off him, trying to assist him instead. With a pleasing smile, she said, “Darling, let me help you up.”

Rejecting her help, Charles said, “I’ll do it myself.”

“Alright, you do it yourself.”

Zelda watched as he propped himself up and slowly moved to the wheelchair.

“Darling, I think you’re walking more steadily today. You can take a few more steps now,” Zelda remarked.

“How many steps can I usually take, do you know?” Charles inquired.

“Of course, I’ve counted. You can usually only take up to three steps at most. You’d turn pale and break out in cold sweat even then. Just now, you managed four steps,” Zelda replied.

Charles opened his mouth as if to speak, but then hesitated.

Yet, there was a hint of sweetness in his heart.

After Zelda tied up her long hair and turned around, she saw Charles looking at her deeply. She smiled sweetly, “Charles, how do I look in my grand dress? I hope I haven’t embarrassed you.”

Pushing his wheelchair away, Charles went to help Zelda get her clothes.

His deep voice resonated in the room, “But you haven’t given me any face.”

“Someday I’ll give you face,” Zelda responded.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Alright, I’ll wait for it,” Charles replied.

He tossed her clothes to her, and Zelda skillfully caught them, playfully complaining, “Charles, you’re so considerate to me, you should be considerate to the end.”

“Who’s being considerate to you? I can’t stand the smell of alcohol all over you. A girl like you still drinks so much. You should drink less in the future,” Charles retorted.

“I have a good alcohol tolerance. I can handle a thousand cups,” Zelda insisted.

Charles chuckled.

That was sarcastic.

Zelda blushed. He already knew her alcohol tolerance like the back of his hand. It wasn’t bad, but it was far from being able to handle a thousand cups.

While Zelda went to take a shower, Charles wheeled himself to her dressing table. He stood up, moved to sit in front of it, and rummaged through to find a pen and a piece of paper. He then began writing something on it.

Ten minutes later.

“Charles, what are you writing?” Zelda walked over, curious.

Charles didn’t hide anything and allowed her to peek at what he was writing.

Dowry list.

The three words at the top aroused Zelda’s curiosity. She asked, “Charles, whose dowry list is this? Several mansions, gold, silver, jewels… wow, there’s so much! But why isn’t there a single luxury car?”

Without lifting his head, Charles coldly replied, “Someone likes to drive like a pilot, so I want her to live longer. As for luxury cars, I thought about it and decided to skip them.”