His Coy Lover

“Mom, I… I’ll explain everything to you tomorrow when I get home.”

Seeing Charles’s gloomy expression, Zelda pushed the wheelchair to the bedside, knowing he intended to stay overnight in her room. She hastily left a brief sentence for her mother and hung up the phone. She needed to address the issues between her and Charles.

“Charles, let me help you.”

Zelda tucked her phone into her pocket and quickly approached Charles to assist him. However, he pushed her hands away, stiffly sat at the edge of the bed, and turned away from her without looking.

“Charles, are you angry again?”

Sitting by the bedside, Zelda lightly pushed Charles. “But can you tell me why you’re upset? Don’t just have a gloomy face for no reason.”

He shouldn’t always wear a black expression for no apparent reason. When he goes out like this, even ghosts would be frightened.

“Don’t touch me!”

Zelda pursed her lips, withdrew her hand that was about to push him, and watched his back for a moment before getting up and walking away. She still hadn’t taken a shower.

Soon, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

A certain someone lying on the bed was being bothered by the noise, preventing him from falling asleep.

Charles was angry with himself. He didn’t want to marry her. He married her with the mindset of reforming her. The secret marriage was a decision they both understood. But hearing Chris complain on the phone made him inexplicably upset, and he couldn’t help but reveal the fact that he and Zelda were married.

Turning over, Charles opened his eyes and looked at the pillow beside him. Zack said that Zelda’s appearance might have triggered him to have that ambiguous dream again. So tonight, he decided to stay, oh no, this was his territory, and he could sleep wherever he wanted.

Thinking like this, Charles comfortably claimed the entire bed for himself.

When Zelda came out and saw Charles rolling to the middle of the bed, she approached, pushed him, and said, “Charles, are you sleeping inside or outside? Move a bit, give me some space.”

“How wide are you?”

Wide? Zelda looked down at her own figure. “Probably less than fifty centimeters.”

“Isn’t leaving you fifty centimeters of space enough for you to sleep?”

She placed her hands on her hips, glaring down at the man on the bed.

Charles squinted at her. Was she planning to have a big fight with him?

Zelda dropped her hands from her hips, smiling slyly. “I have bad sleeping habits. I grind my teeth, talk in my sleep, snore, and sometimes, if I dream of a handsome guy, I might pounce on him and strip him naked in my sleep!”

Charles: …

“Charles is so handsome that I can drool just looking at your face. Tonight, I’m sure I’ll dream of you. If you wake up tomorrow with nothing on, don’t blame me. I like to take the initiative when dreaming of handsome guys. Of course, I’ll take responsibility.”

“You’ve already taken responsibility.”

Charles kindly reminded Zelda.

Zelda grinned, “Oh yes, I’ve taken responsibility.”

“Sleep.”

Charles moved slightly to the side, giving her more space.

“Charles, are you really going to share a bed with me?”

“Scared?”

Zelda scoffed, “What am I afraid of? I’m afraid that Charles will abandon me again. That would hurt me. After all, I’m still a beauty. Charles treats me like a flood beast. Can you tell me if that doesn’t hurt me?”

She spoke while lying down next to Charles, adjusting the bedside lamp to the dimmest setting.

Gracefully yawning, she said happily, “Tonight, I’m sure I’ll have a good dream.”

Turning over, she placed one hand on Charles’s waist and playfully pinched the flesh around his waist twice. Satisfied, she said, “Charles, even though you’re capricious, bad-tempered, and arrogant, I still like you. Sleeping while hugging you makes me content.”

Charles remained silent.

As she hugged his waist, his body stiffened for a moment.

He didn’t know if she was accustomed to sharing a bed with the opposite sex, but he wasn’t. Her body emitted the fragrance of shower gel, and her long hair occasionally playfully brushed against the back of his neck, giving him a tingling sensation.

After a long silence, Charles spoke to the woman beside him.

But he didn’t get a response.

Charles called again.

Zelda still didn’t respond.

He removed her hand from his waist, turned over, and found that she had already fallen asleep.

This woman adapted better than he did.

He still wasn’t used to having more than one person, especially a woman, beside him. But she was different; she could sleep soundly hugging him.

Charles was a bit unwilling; it felt unfair.

He pinched her cheek, and she instinctively swatted his hand away, treating him like a fly.

He pinched her cute nose, and she muttered something, burrowing into his embrace, making it impossible for him to pinch her anymore.

This woman… shamelessly shameless!

She even took the initiative!

Charles instinctively wanted to push her away, but when he felt her soft body, he couldn’t bring himself to use force and could only release his grip on her shoulders.

Stiff for a while, Charles finally relaxed his nerves, gently holding her soft body, and reluctantly muttered, “Tomorrow, you’ll see.”

City Central Hospital.

Burton’s car was parked in the hospital parking lot. Due to his tattered clothes, he didn’t dare to enter like this. He waited for Elle to bring him clothes.

Why hasn’t Elle arrived yet?

Burton took out his phone, ready to call Elle, but her phone rang first.

It was a somewhat unfamiliar but vaguely familiar number.

He answered the call and asked in a deep voice, “Who is this?”

“Burton, it’s me, Lucy.”

Burton paused for a moment. “Lucy? What’s the matter?”

“Burton, I’m at the hospital. Where are you now? Oh, Elle has urgent matters and couldn’t personally deliver the clothes, so she asked me to bring them to you.”

“Elle has urgent matters? More important than me being attacked?” Burton, who had been frightened and injured, felt a bit unhappy that Elle didn’t come immediately when he needed her.

“I don’t know the details. Elle didn’t say what it was, only that Chris asked her to go home immediately. Chris also didn’t specify the reason.”

“Alright, I got it. I’m still in the car. You bring the clothes over, stand at the hospital entrance, and I’ll call you when I see you.”

After hanging up, Burton called Elle and asked her, “Elle, why did your mom ask you to go home? And how are you doing now? I’ll have Lucy bring you clothes. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me.”

Knowing that Elle still couldn’t provoke her adoptive parents, Burton suppressed his dissatisfaction and said with concern, “It’s okay. Your mom must have something important to discuss with you. I won’t blame you.”

“Burton, if there’s nothing important later, I’ll come over to see you. Avoid Lucy when changing clothes.”