His Coy Lover

“What are you doing? Stop it now!” Zelda anxiously tried to intervene, but the bodyguards completely ignored her, focusing solely on removing her car tires. Knowing it was Charles’ order, Zelda glared at her car, stomped her foot, and hurried inside.

He had them remove all her car tires just because she drove a bit fast. Did he really need to punish her like this? If it weren’t for his demand that she be home by twelve, she wouldn’t have driven so recklessly.

Once inside the mansion, Zelda couldn’t recall how she got there. The Winston was enormous, with a maze of intersecting cement roads right after the entrance. Each road was flanked by greenery, resembling a labyrinth. It was challenging for someone unfamiliar to find their way to the main house.

Trying to calm down, Zelda struggled to remember the route she took earlier in the morning. Perhaps Charles’ command had agitated her, but she felt like she had amnesia; she couldn’t remember how she entered.

Unable to figure it out, she took out her phone and attempted to call Charles. Luckily, he had generously provided her with his contact number, preventing her from being stranded.

Charles didn’t answer her call immediately. Undeterred, Zelda kept dialing, and on the sixth attempt, Charles finally answered.

“Charles.”

Zelda called pitifully.

Charles remained silent.

“Charles, I can’t remember the route, and I can’t get in. Can you send someone to guide me inside?”

Charles still didn’t say anything.

“Charles.” Zelda’s voice became even softer.

Perhaps her sweet and soft voice softened him, as Charles responded in a low, cold tone, “Stay where you are.”

“Okay, thank you, Charles.”

Even though he caused her this trouble, she had to thank him.

After ending the call, Charles summoned the steward of his residence. In a deep voice, he instructed, “Zack, go out and bring her in. She can’t remember the route.”

Zack respectfully acknowledged, “Okay.”

It’s no wonder the Young Mistress couldn’t find her way. The Winston was indeed vast, and with its maze-like greenery-lined paths after the entrance, it was normal for someone new to get lost. Those who worked at the Winston had gotten lost countless times before remembering the routes.

Zack went out to pick up Zelda. With guidance, she quickly entered the mansion.

Not seeing her husband inside, she turned around to leave. If she guessed correctly, Charles was probably dining in the pavilion in the yard. It was cool, had beautiful scenery, and was quite-a perfect place for him.

Having spent some time with Charles, Zelda had already figured out that he enjoyed peace and quiet. His residence was exceptionally serene, with almost no sound of footsteps when anyone entered or exited. It was easy to get scared, and they had the potential to scare each other.

When Zelda reached the pavilion, she saw Charles indeed having his meal.

As soon as she entered, the rich aroma of the dishes filled her senses, immediately arousing her appetite.

“Charles.”

Zelda shamelessly sat down without waiting for an invitation. Seeing a set of bowls and chopsticks still on the table, she assumed it was extra and picked up the chopsticks to start eating.

Charles glanced at her, then lowered his head to sip his soup, coldly saying, “Who told you to sit down? I said, while staying here, you need to be self-sufficient.”

“I came back in a hurry, didn’t have time to buy groceries. I’ll mooch a meal from you today. When I have time, I’ll cook for you too,” Zelda said as she helped herself to a bowl of soup. She found Charles to be quite good at enjoying life; both the dishes and the soup were exceptionally delicious.

While eating, Zelda remembered the purpose of her hasty return and asked, “Charles, why did you have my car tires removed?”

Charles didn’t look at her and said coldly, “I thought your car tires looked unpleasant, so I had them removed. What’s the matter? Do you have any objections?”

“Charles, I need my car for transportation. If you have my tires removed, how am I supposed to go out in the future? Walk?” Zelda complained.

Charles raised his head to look at her, and after a moment, he said, “There’s a driver at home. If you want to go somewhere, tell Zack. He’s the one who brought you in just now. He’s my steward, and he can help you with anything you need.”

Even with her fast driving speed, it was easy to get into trouble. In the event of a car accident, it would undoubtedly be a total disaster. Charles didn’t want to bear the reputation of being a wife-crippler.

“… Even so, you don’t have to remove my car tires. This is my new car given by my mom,” Zelda said, a bit defiant.

“Listening to your tone, are you expecting me to compensate you for a new car?”

Charles squinted at her, and Zelda felt a chill in his piercing gaze. Being looked at by him this way, she felt like she was on the edge of a knife.

“If you destroy my new car, shouldn’t you compensate me?” Zelda dared to voice her opinion.

“Do you still want a free meal?” Charles suddenly asked.

Zelda instinctively nodded.

“Full now?”

“Not yet.”

“All this delicious food on the table can’t satisfy your appetite?”

Zelda pursed her lips, resentfully bowing her head to eat her meal.

Muttering something under her breath while eating, Charles couldn’t hear clearly, but he could guess that she was probably cursing him.

The matter of compensation was dropped.

Charles had decided not to let Zelda drive herself. No matter how much she argued, it would be in vain.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Zelda admitted that she had a sharp tongue, but when facing her husband, she always ended up on the losing side. Though he spoke little, he always managed to hit her weak points.

After the young couple finished their lunch, they received a report that Tommy had arrived.

The bodyguards cleared the table.

Zelda pushed Charles out of the pavilion. Upon hearing that Tommy had arrived, she craned her neck to look around. Charles noticed and said to her, “Do you like Tommy?”

“No, I like Charles!”

Zelda wasn’t foolish enough to fall into that trap. Besides, she was telling the truth; she didn’t like Tommy. She was just disappointed because she couldn’t get Tommy to help with her hair in her past life.

Charles extinguished his anger with her statement of “I like Charles,” and said indifferently, “Not everyone can have Tommy come for a service.”