His Coy Lover

“But…”

“Don’t defend Zelda. Our family doesn’t only consist of her. You need to consider others too.”

Chris was frustrated.

Elle drove with Zelda to The Winston. Along the way, she repeatedly reminded Zelda that when they arrived, she should promptly apologize to Charles with sincerity. If Charles didn’t forgive her right away, they couldn’t go back home.

Zelda, sitting silently in the passenger seat, was lost in thought.

She was contemplating.

In her previous life, after waking up from the suicide attempt, The Winston’s bodyguards had sent her home. She locked herself in her room, continuing her hunger strike, forcing her parents to agree to her marriage with Burton. She never went to apologize to Charles.

Despite offending him, Charles never retaliated against her, nor did he harm The Roscente. Moreover, during her escape from home with her daughter in the previous life, when she stopped a car on the road, it happened to be Charles’s private car. She remembered that Charles had pressed down the car window and, upon seeing her, allowed the driver to take her in the car.

They rushed mother and daughter to the hospital, but unfortunately, the daughter’s injuries were too severe, and she didn’t survive.

The previous Charles, was he forgiving or was there some other reason he didn’t hold a grudge against her for rejecting the marriage?

Zelda felt that her previous life left her with too many mysteries.

“Zelda, did you get that?” Elle said with parched lips. Seeing Zelda remain silent, she couldn’t help raising her voice. “Hey.”

Zelda snapped out of her thoughts, responding with a flat “Oh.”

“Don’t worry too much. Charles should forgive you. In fact, it’s The Winston’s fault. Charles is already like that, and they still want him to marry you. They’re bullying you, who grew up in the countryside. Zelda, I care a lot about you. I know you fell in love with Burton at first sight. If Charles hadn’t had that car accident, Burton definitely wouldn’t compare to Charles. Now, you should know what to choose without me saying.”

“After you apologize and come back, I’ll speak to Mom and Dad for you. I’ll make them agree to your marriage with Burton. Once you’re married and out of the house, The Winston won’t keep bothering you.”

Elle had a look as if she always considered Zelda’s feelings, making Zelda want to immediately tear off her sister’s fake mask.

Zelda calmly said, “I don’t want to marry Burton.”

“Don’t want to marry him? Why?”

“No reason.”

Zelda turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window, making it clear she didn’t want to continue the conversation. No matter what Elle said, Zelda refused to respond.

Until they arrived at The Winston, Zelda didn’t say another word to Elle. This deepened Elle’s suspicions.

Charles sat in a gazebo in the yard, holding several sheets of paper and flipping through them. The stone table was filled with steaming hot dishes, all of them rich in color, aroma, and taste. Zelda, with her keen sense of smell, caught a whiff of the delicious scent as soon as she got out of the car, awakening her hunger.

It seemed she hadn’t eaten for a day and night.

She had only eaten a few pieces of biscuits when she woke up.

“Young Master.”

A bodyguard walked into the gazebo and respectfully said, “Young Master, The Roscente’s Miss and Second Miss have come to apologize to you.”

Charles acted as if he hadn’t heard.

The bodyguard didn’t dare to say a second time and waited silently.

After a minute or so of silence, Charles folded the paper, his handsome face showing an icy expression. He ordered, “Go to the kitchen and get me a bottle of the spiciest chili oil.”

The bodyguard didn’t know what he needed the chili oil for but didn’t dare to ask further. He respectfully acknowledged and then exited the gazebo.

“Bring them over.”

“Yes.”

Soon, Zelda and Elle, led by another bodyguard, stopped at the entrance of the gazebo. The bodyguard entered first to report to Charles.

Zelda, in her thoughts, criticized the newlywed husband’s numerous rules.

She was starving!

The timing couldn’t be worse.

She was hungry, and he was having a meal.

Would Charles, considering their recent marriage, invite her to join him for a meal?