His Coy Lover

Zelda’s actions caught Charles’s attention, and his eyes flickered as he asked her in a deep voice, “Hungry?”

Zelda vigorously nodded. Yes, yes, yes! She was extremely hungry. Honey, please invite me to dinner!

“Do you want to eat?”

Zelda nodded again. Finally, she looked up at Charles. Meeting his handsome face, she swallowed her saliva. Even if he couldn’t be humane due to his injuries, she would willingly spend her whole life with that face.

Her gaze made Charles’s face darken. Was she thinking about the food on the table, or was she thinking about him?

“Zelda, come out,” Elle called again, afraid that Charles would get angry and implicate her.

Charles stared at Zelda, his thin lips moving, and he uttered merciless words, “Throw Elle out. She’s annoying!”

Elle: …

In the next moment, two bodyguards approached and, without hesitation, lifted Elle and took her away.

“Charles, Charles, I am…”

Elle’s words faded away as she was thrown out before she could finish.

Seeing Elle’s fate, Zelda couldn’t help but flinch. This man was indeed ruthless, showing no mercy.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Thinking about what she had done to him, Zelda suddenly felt that he had shown her some mercy. At least he didn’t order people to drag her out like a dead dog.

“What are you shrinking for? Are you scared?”

Charles’s mouth curled up, revealing a mocking smile.

“Well… Charles, I think my previous behavior hurt your pride too much. I haven’t even eaten a meal. I hurried over to apologize to you. Please forgive me for this time.”

“Forgive this time? Planning to do it again?”

Charles’s tone became sharper, and he once again looked at the wrist where Zelda had wrapped the bandage.

“No, no, no, I won’t. Cutting my wrist hurts too much.”

“Heh!”

Charles sneered. Hurt? If it hurt so much, why did she come to him and attempt suicide by cutting her wrist?

Growing up, only Zelda dared to be so bold and unbridled in front of him.

“Charles, I promise I won’t do anything stupid again. Now I feel that being alive is really good. I want to live well.”

Zelda’s words were sincere. After experiencing death once, starting over, she felt that being alive was better than anything else.

At this moment, the bodyguard who had been sent to the kitchen to get chili oil returned. Holding a bottle of chili oil, he entered the gazebo and approached Charles, presenting the bottle to him.

“Young Master, this is the spiciest chili oil you asked for.”

Charles didn’t take it but instructed the bodyguard, “Pour the chili oil on these dishes.”

“Alright.”

The bodyguard immediately followed the order.

Seeing this, Zelda became anxious. She couldn’t eat spicy food!

Husband.

But she dared not say it out loud and could only watch as the bodyguard poured the bottle of chili oil onto the dishes. The pungent smell filled her nose, making her sneeze repeatedly.

“Go and get another set of bowls and chopsticks for the Young Madam to have dinner with me.”

Charles’s order made Zelda’s mouth twitch.

She understood now; this guy was doing it on purpose!

But how did he know that she couldn’t eat spicy food? She looked at the neatly folded papers on the table. Could it be her profile? Did he investigate her?

“What were you laughing about just now?”

Charles suddenly asked.