His Coy Lover

Charles looked calm, and to Zelda, who was trying to eavesdrop with her ears perked up, he said, “Let’s go.”

Zelda responded with an “okay,” pushing Charles past her father. She even nudged her father, but he remained silent, staring blankly at her and Charles.

Zelda’s curiosity was piqued.

A few minutes later, Charles’s luxury car convoy left the Roscente Villa.

Only at this moment did Elle dare to come out of the house. Seeing her father standing there dazed, as if his soul had flown away, she pushed him, asking, “Dad, what’s wrong with you?”

Peck snapped out of it, opened his mouth to speak, remembered Charles’s words, and forcibly suppressed what he wanted to say.

Keeping a secret was torture.

“I’ll go back to the room and calm down. Maybe the weather’s too hot, making me have auditory hallucinations.”

Otherwise, why would Charles call him Dad?

Charles called him Dad!

Why did he call him Dad?

Did he want to acknowledge him as a godfather?

Impossible.

That meant… Charles called him Dad as a son-in-law?

After understanding, Peck felt that his brain had turned into mush, and he was having delusions.

…

Sitting in the same car as Charles was quite stressful.

He sat upright, his expression cold, staring straight ahead. Zelda couldn’t find a topic to chat with him.

“Have you seen enough?”

“Didn’t see enough? Can I continue watching for free?”

Charles turned his head, staring deeply at her for a moment, then jokingly said, “Take out your phone.”

Zelda complied.

“Use your phone to take several pictures of my face. Set them as your phone wallpaper. When you want to look at me, just look at your phone. No charge.”

Zelda: …

Nevertheless, she actually took a few pictures of him.

After setting Charles’s photos as her phone wallpaper, Zelda remembered that she forgot to bring the clothes she bought for him and the few evening gowns she had just purchased.

Unable to hold back, she exclaimed, “Oh!”

“Why are you shouting? You scared me. Don’t think you can get away with it just because you scared me.”

“If I could scare Charles to death, the sky would rain red. Charles has always been the one scaring people to death.”

Charles reached out and pinched her cheek, quite forcefully. Zelda winced in pain and instinctively raised her hand to pat his, but he pinched even harder, causing her more pain.

“Got braver, huh?”

“Now you dare to contradict me.”

Zelda: … “I can say what I want to say.”

After releasing the grip on her cheek, Charles wiped his hands disdainfully on her clothes.

“What did you just say?”

After pinching his adorable wife, Charles was in a great mood.

She grew up in the countryside, but her skin was excellent, giving a great feel when pinched.

“I forgot to bring my shopping loot from today. It includes the shirt I bought for you, Charles.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Charles’s face darkened, scolding her, “Given you time, you still manage to forget things. Why don’t you just forget yourself?”

Zelda felt like a turtle, shrinking her head and not daring to talk back.

Zelda pressed her head against the car window, looking at the trailing convoy of cars. Indeed, one car slowed down, preparing to turn around.

Turning her head, she looked at the man who had resumed his stoic gaze.

“Charles, have you ever received a gift before?”

She wanted to give him the shirt she had bought for him.

Charles tilted his head, looking at her, and asked in response, “What, planning to give me more and more gifts, making me experience the pleasure of receiving gifts until I’m overwhelmed?”

Zelda chuckled, “If Charles likes it, I can give you small gifts every day.”

“I remember. Starting tomorrow, when I come home every day, I expect to receive gifts from you. The quantity must be substantial, and don’t think you can fob me off with just anything.”

Zelda: … Why did she feel like it’s not a good thing?