His Coy Lover

“Burton, when you went to the Roscente to find Zelda, what was Zelda doing?”

“I don’t know, she was on the floor where your dad works.”

Elle’s eyes flickered. “I know. Lucy told me. My dad personally brought her there and made her his assistant. Clearly, he wants to groom her to replace me. Back then, I started from the bottom, but now my dad is personally bringing Zelda.”

“Blood is thicker than water,” Elle said, with resentment towards Zelda evident in her words.

Why wasn’t she the biological daughter of the Roscente?

Now, she didn’t want to give up everything she had.

She tried hard to become a qualified successor. As the succession approached, the scandal about her true identity arose. Now, Zelda was seriously threatening her position.

“Elle, don’t worry. I’ll do my best to help you become the CEO of the Roscente. Zelda can’t be compared to you. Even if your dad is personally mentoring her, she’s just a dead end that can’t climb the wall,” Burton reassured Elle.

“Once Peck realizes that Zelda is incompetent, he’ll give up on her and hand the Roscente over to you. What you need to do now is to firmly suppress Zelda, don’t let her rise, and don’t let her get close to the senior management,” Burton advised.

“I know,” Elle said.

Elle was more scheming than Burton. How could she easily let Zelda rise again?

The last few times she suffered losses to Zelda, she was careless. She didn’t expect Zelda to change so quickly.

After calming down, she wouldn’t confront Zelda head-on anymore. With her foster parents still alive, it would be detrimental to her if they favored Zelda, so she wouldn’t confront Zelda directly. That way, she would lose favor in front of her foster parents.

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“Elle, I haven’t eaten yet. I’m hungry. Can you go out and get some food for me?” Burton rubbed his stomach.

“Okay.”

Elle leaned over and kissed his face affectionately. “Burton, you rest first. I’ll go out and get you some food.”

Burton nodded.

Reluctantly, Elle left.

After she left, Burton smiled triumphantly.

Zelda, he was going to marry her.

As for Elle, he could also control her tightly. Once both sisters became his women, he would enjoy the best of both worlds.

Thinking of Zelda’s attitude towards him, Burton became distressed again. He had tried every method, but Zelda was still the same. What could he do to make Zelda willingly marry him?

Tomorrow night was Yemmy’s birthday party, and Zelda would attend the party with Elle…

Burton thought of a good plan to scheme against Zelda through Elle.

Meanwhile, Zelda enjoyed a satisfying meal with her adoptive father at the Rich Hotel.

After dinner, Lucas left the presidential suite, leaving behind the young couple.

Watching his wife, Charles’s eyes softened.

Having dinner with her, he had a good appetite, and everything tasted especially delicious.

“Charles.”

Zelda smiled and asked, “Do you want me to push you to rest?”

“Help me up.”

Charles spoke in a low voice.

Zelda’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she stood up eagerly and walked to his side, helping him to the bedroom.

Charles had difficulty walking due to his legs, even with Zelda’s assistance. In a short time, his handsome face was covered in sweat.

“Charles, can you hold on?”

Charles remained silent but continued to take steps, albeit with great difficulty.

Seeing his determination, Zelda continued to support him. They finally made it to the bedroom, both covered in sweat. Sometimes, his entire weight hung on her, and despite her athleticism, she was panting heavily.

As they reached the bed, they both lay down, staring at the ceiling in silence.

After a while, Zelda turned over, propping herself up and looking at the man beside her. When she looked at him, she felt like he was a whirlpool, and if she fell in, she would be swept away without a chance to climb ashore.

Gradually, she lowered her head, closing the distance between them until she captured his thin lips. His lips were a bit cold, making Zelda want to warm them with her own.

Zelda’s kiss was gentle and enchanting.

Charles’s willpower weakened.

He wanted to take the initiative.

But when he tried to seize control, Zelda pulled away.

“Charles, you’re like a log. I push you, and you won’t move. Kissing you is no different from kissing a corpse.”

Zelda said disdainfully.

Charles was speechless.

“You take advantage of me and blame me for lacking romance?”

Zelda giggled, “You never had romance. Show me some romance.”

Intentionally, she pinched his thigh gently, not too hard to hurt him, fearing that if she hurt him, she would have to pay for it.

“Charles, your legs really need some exercise. Look at you, sweating so much after walking a few meters.”