His Coy Lover

“Charles, you’ve investigated me. You know I don’t eat spicy food, but do you know why? It’s because whenever I eat something spicy, I wish I could live in the bathroom.” After finishing her words, Zelda hurriedly ran towards the restroom.

Charles: … Bullying the new wife seems to have gone too far.

After two minutes of silence, Charles ordered in a low voice, “Contact the doctor.”

“Yes.”

The bodyguard immediately took out his phone and called Winston’s family doctor.

When the doctor arrived, Zelda was already exhausted from frequent visits to the bathroom. The doctor prescribed medication, and after taking it, Zelda had to run to the bathroom twice more before the diarrhea finally stopped.

The stone table under the pavilion had been cleaned, and several plates of fresh seasonal fruits were placed on it.

Charles looked at Zelda, who was leaning on the table, seemingly on the verge of passing out. After a while, he said, “Do you need someone to carry you out?”

Zelda looked up at him and moved her lips, as if saying something, but Charles couldn’t hear.

“Help me sit on the stool.”

Charles commanded.

Two bodyguards immediately approached, one on each side, carefully supporting him and helping him sit on the stone stool.

“Use my wheelchair to take her out.”

The two bodyguards silently obeyed.

Elle, who had been thrown out by the Winston’s bodyguards and had been waiting at the Winston’s gate for more than two hours, finally saw the Winston’s bodyguards pushing a wheelchair out. To her surprise, Zelda was sitting in the wheelchair.

Zelda staying inside for over two hours after Elle was thrown out made her extremely dissatisfied. But now, she felt a sense of schadenfreude. It turned out that Zelda had it worse.

Charles was indeed a devil! He showed no mercy at all.

“Zelda.”

Elle, feeling sympathetic on the surface but actually happy inside, rushed forward.

“Zelda, what happened to you?”

After the bodyguards pushed Zelda out, they gestured for Elle to help her. Then, they pushed the wheelchair away without saying a word.

Winston’s gate was promptly closed.

Elle noticed that Zelda’s legs were weak, her face pale. Concerned, she asked, “Zelda, how did Charles treat you?”

“Cruelly.”

Zelda said softly.

The rumors were true.

Charles, not a good person!

“Charles was never someone we could offend. You’re bold to the extreme. You walked into the pavilion without his permission. Didn’t you see that he always eats outside? Apart from his personal bodyguards, no one else can get close to him, nor do they dare. His temper is particularly bad now, erratic. I heard Winston’s servants are afraid to serve him, and even his family members avoid him when possible.”

Zelda remained silent.

She actually didn’t understand Charles much. She only remembered a slight kindness he showed her in her previous life, and she felt grateful for that. After her rebirth, she immediately offered herself to him.

However, since she clung to his thighs and married him, she decided to accompany him for the rest of her life.

“Let’s go home; I’m tired.”

Zelda didn’t want to say much and just wanted to go home to get a good night’s sleep.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Elle, seeing her being treated so miserably by Charles, tactfully didn’t press further. She helped Zelda get into the car and drove her home.

Zelda rested for several days before regaining her strength.

During her rest, there was no movement from Charles’s side.

“Heartless! He doesn’t even call me; I’m his new wife, after all.”

Zelda, taking her phone , found no new calls or messages and couldn’t help muttering.

“Knock, knock.”

A knocking sound echoed.

“Zelda, it’s Mom. Can Mom come in?”

Zelda stuffed her phone into her pocket and responded, “Mom, I didn’t lock the door. Please come in.”

Soon, Chris pushed the door open.