His Coy Lover

“Someone? Charles, is this for my dowry?” Zelda asked.

Charles finally looked up at her and then tapped her head with the pen. “Not bad, you’re not dumb.”

“You keep tapping my head; you’re making me dumb,” Zelda retorted, grabbing the pen from him and tapping his head a few times in return. Afterward, she asked, “Does it hurt?”

“It hurts like hell.”

“Really? Let me see if it’s red.”

Zelda pretended to check, but Charles took the pen back and said lightly, “You barely used any force. It won’t hurt much. Zelda, let me ask you again, do you really not regret marrying me?”

“I’ve said I don’t regret it, so I don’t.”

“I gave you a chance to change your mind. If you didn’t seize it, that’s your business. After today, you won’t have another chance even if you regret it,” Charles warned.

“We’ve already registered our marriage. Unless you divorce me, I won’t regret it. By the way, Charles, if you could stand up, would you divorce me? After all, I’m not worthy of you.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Charles ignored her and continued writing his dowry list.

As Zelda watched, she sighed, “The woman who marries you has truly struck gold and becomes the wealthiest woman in River Town overnight.”

After sighing, Zelda giggled again, “Seems like that woman who struck gold is me.”

“I always thought becoming the wealthiest woman in River Town would take decades of hard work, but now I realize it’s simple. Just marry you. If you can bear children, we’ll have a few more. The rewards we receive will also contribute to my wealth,” Zelda remarked.

Charles put down the pen and glared at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Chattering non-stop, it’s annoying!” Charles retorted.

Zelda stuck out her tongue playfully and quickly said, “Charles, you continue. I’ll just watch and not say anything.”

But Zelda still voiced the question in her heart, “Charles, are you planning to reveal the truth? If the truth comes out, will I still be able to continue working?”

“I’ve said it before, you can do whatever you want, regardless of The Winston’s rules. Rules are dead, people are alive. If necessary, I’ll abolish the rules altogether,” Charles replied.

Zelda stared at him blankly for a moment before softly asking, “Charles, why are you so good to me?”

Charles then returned to his wheelchair and wheeled himself away.

“Charles.”

Zelda quickly followed him outside.

She pushed him tenderly and said, “Let me push you to the pavilion to have breakfast.”

Charles remained silent.

“Good morning.”

As they walked out, Zack and others respectfully greeted them.

For some reason, Zelda felt that their attitude towards her was more respectful than before.

“Last night, Burton was trying to scheme against you,” Charles suddenly said in a low, cold voice.

“… He’s really persistent,” Zelda sighed.

“He’s schemed against you before?” Charles inquired.

“…,” Zelda didn’t know how to respond.

In this lifetime, Burton hadn’t succeeded in his schemes. In the previous lifetime, it was his scheme that caused her to lose her virginity to Vinson, give birth to Vinson’s daughter, and eventually be killed by Burton and Elle.

“Charles, let me handle him and Elle in the future. You can just watch from the sidelines,” Zelda suggested.

Charles didn’t refuse her request and replied in a deep voice, “Just don’t get yourself into trouble. If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you.”

“Thank you, Charles.”

“I don’t want verbal thanks,” Charles said.

“… What does Charles want?”

“You said you wanted to shower me with gifts until I was overwhelmed, but I haven’t seen a single gift these past few days,” Charles remarked.

“I’ll go buy some later.”

After pursing his lips, Charles said, “You’ve just started working and haven’t received your salary yet. I’ll save some money for you. In the future, the gifts you give me should be ones you made yourself.”

“Aren’t you mad that I treat this place like a trash dump?” Zelda asked.

Charles countered, “Do you think the things you make are trash?”

“Of course not. Those are my craftsmanship. Each one can be sold for tens or even hundreds of dollars on my online store.”

Zelda laughed, “Alright, since Charles doesn’t mind, I’ll send you small gifts every day. You can keep them, and when I become famous, your collection will be appreciated.”

Charles couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, I’ll treasure them and wait for their value to rise. About the gifts you gave to Burton…”

“I’ll go ask him for them back.”

Charles replied calmly, “Asking for something back that you’ve already given away isn’t very appropriate.”

Saying one thing and meaning another!

“I don’t care. Once the affection is gone, it’s natural to sever all ties,” Zelda said determinedly.

Charles remained silent, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. It seemed he was quite pleased with Zelda’s insight.