His Coy Lover

Charles looked at her deeply for a while before calmly saying, “You can stop massaging. Push me out for a walk.”

“Okay.”

Zelda obediently stood up and moved to his back, pushing him out of the room. At the door, she encountered Anna, Charles’s mother, who wanted to enter.

Anna Versta’s gaze towards Zelda was as cold as Charles’s, and Zelda felt that Anna was even more unfriendly than the first time they met.

“Auntie.”

Zelda dared not call her mom.

Anna ignored her and instead looked at Charles. When facing Charles, Anna’s expression turned gentle, and she asked with concern, “Charles, where are you going?”

Charles noticed his mother’s hostility towards Zelda. He didn’t explain anything for Zelda, only replied to his mother, “I want to go out for a walk and let her get familiar with the surroundings.”

“Charles, are you really leaving her? She…”

“Mom, this is my business. I hope you don’t interfere.”

Charles interrupted his mother’s words.

Anna took a few deep breaths and reluctantly said, “Okay, I won’t interfere. As long as you’re happy.”

She glared at Zelda, warning her with a cold face, “Zelda, I don’t care what means you used to make my son bring you back, but let me make it clear. If you bring shame to my son’s reputation again, like that suicide last time, I won’t let you off, and I won’t spare Roscente either.”

Even if her son was disabled, she wouldn’t allow Zelda to insult his dignity like that.

If it weren’t for… Zelda didn’t even have the qualifications to appear in front of her son.

“Auntie, after experiencing death once, one will understand certain things. Given a chance to start over, one wouldn’t make the same mistakes again.”

Anna snorted, “Take good care of my son. That’s how you can atone.”

After saying that, she turned and left. Zelda watched her go.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

At noon, after coming out from the main house, what did Charles say to his family?

Atonement?

“Let’s go. I’ll show you around,” Charles said.

Charles couldn’t tell Zelda what he said to his family, and Zelda didn’t ask. This man’s mouth was sealed; even if she pried it open, he wouldn’t speak.

The Winston mansion was large, and even with Charles’s guidance, Zelda roamed around in confusion. She couldn’t remember many places. If left alone, she would surely get lost.

The Winston mansion also had a backyard, which was exceptionally beautiful. Pushing Charles, Zelda walked on the flower-lined path. She wanted to stop and appreciate the flowers many times but didn’t dare to, fearing Charles would be unhappy.

As the sun set, the evening glow painted half of the sky and ground in fiery hues.

“Push me outside,” Charles said.

“Okay.”

Now, Zelda was Charles’s “caretaker,” and she had to follow his commands.

As they walked, Charles stopped.

“What’s wrong?”

Charles turned his head and ordered her, “Bend down.”

Not knowing what he wanted to do, Zelda, on guard, bent down cautiously. She stared at Charles, prepared to prevent him from knocking her out again.

Her defensive posture made Charles’s face turn ugly. He raised his hand-

“Charles, don’t think about knocking me out again.”

It hurt.

Charles reached out to grab her, forcibly making her bend down, and then he flicked her forehead twice. It hurt, and this guy really didn’t know how to treat a girl gently.

“You’re an idiot. You can’t remember a path you’ve walked before.”

Zelda touched the area he had flicked innocently and looked at him with a helpless and aggrieved expression.

“I’m not familiar with your house. It’s so big, with so many small paths crisscrossing. How can I remember so much? You guys don’t even have direction signs. If a stranger comes in, they’ll definitely get lost.”