His Coy Lover

“Honey.”

Peck called Chris, and when Chris looked at him, he gently said, “The Hasis has done a lot for Zelda. We can’t forcefully prevent Zelda from associating with them.”

“Elle… has been with us for over twenty years, and it’s also hard for her to accept the Hasis. Don’t set too high expectations for her, Chris.”

Peck sighed and continued, “I know that because of what Zelda said before, you have many thoughts about Elle. I do too. After all, she’s the one we raised and cultivated as our successor.”

“Until Zelda is capable of taking over, let’s treat Elle as usual. Zelda needs her assistance.”

After pursing her lips, Chris said, “I don’t want to have thoughts about Elle either, but I can’t control it. Her treatment of Zelda is not genuinely good. It’s just an act she puts on for us.”

“Even when her own birth mother had a car accident, she didn’t go to the hospital until I called her. Today is also just an act for me to see. Peck, although we raised Elle as our own daughter for over twenty years, I find it harder and harder to understand her.”

Chris couldn’t fathom Elle’s thoughts, especially considering that Elle, who supposedly loved Burton, supported and encouraged Zelda to be with him. This led to Zelda offending Charles in pursuit of so-called true love.

Charles claimed that Zelda forced him to marry her.

Chris felt frustrated, unable to grasp the true feelings of her biological daughter.

Regardless, Chris believed it was Elle’s fault.

“Elle is too busy with work, and having grown up with us, she always thought she was our biological daughter. Suddenly finding out she’s the Hasis’ daughter, it’s difficult for her to accept, and it’s normal for her not to have feelings for her birth mother.”

Peck defended Elle.

“Think about it, when Zelda returned to us, how was her attitude towards us? So, don’t have opinions about Elle because of this. As for her and Burton, maybe Elle feels she took Zelda’s place and wants to compensate Zelda. Since Zelda likes Burton, Elle suppresses her own feelings.”

Chris snorted. “You’re always busy with the company, putting your whole heart into it. You didn’t notice how the two daughters interacted. Since Zelda came back to us, she has been cautious, especially in front of Elle.”

“I just feel she has ill intentions.”

“Alright, don’t overthink it. In case the child finds out, it might hurt her feelings. I’m going to work.”

Peck, still relying on Elle, didn’t like hearing his wife criticize her. He stood up, grabbed his coat, and left.

Chris got up and followed him to see him off.

“Did Zelda tell you if Charles allowed her to work?”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Peck asked as he walked.

“Not yet. She said she’ll come back for lunch; I’ll ask her. Do you want to come back for lunch? I’ll have the kitchen prepared.”

Peck thought for a moment and said, “I have a meeting at noon. It’s quite important. I won’t come back. Zelda is our daughter. Even if she’s now with the Winstons, Charles wouldn’t prevent her from coming back, right? There will be plenty of opportunities to have meals together in the future.”

Thinking of his daughter being entangled with the Winstons, and considering the strict rules of the Winstons, if Charles were to confess to the elders, would Zelda have good days ahead?

Chris was worried.

She would definitely get to the bottom of things when Zelda returned.

Meanwhile, Charles, helped into the car by Monday, quickly received the gift from Madame and handed it to Charles. Respectfully, Monday handed it to Charles.

“This is a gift prepared by Zelda for you.”

It was a large envelope.

Charles took the envelope.

Opening it, he pulled out a love card, handmade by Zelda herself.

Blank spaces were filled with a few lines.

Charles, my husband! I really like you!

I hope to walk hand in hand with you, watching the sunrise and sunset, and grow old together.

At the end of those lines, there was also a drawing of red lips, indicating a kiss.

After reading what Zelda had written, Charles found it too dull. He flipped the card over, revealing a red rose cut from red cardstock.

Is that it?

Charles looked at it twice and then stuffed the handmade love card back into the envelope.

Taking out his phone, Charles called Zelda.

“Charles.”

Zelda’s sweet voice came through, softening the harsh lines on Charles’ face involuntarily.

“Charles, did you see the gift I prepared for you? Do you like it?”

“Have you ever given these things to Burton?”

Charles asked coldly, his icy words concealing his hidden thoughts.

Zelda hesitated for a moment before instinctively answering, “I haven’t given them. These are so cheap; I was afraid Burton wouldn’t like them, so…”

Zelda quickly covered her mouth.

What did she just say!

Sure enough, Charles’ expression turned ugly.

He coldly said, “Zelda, do you treat my place as a garbage collection station?”

“Charles… These little gifts were handmade by me. The gifts I gave to Burton before were bought. There’s a difference between bought and handmade, a different meaning. Don’t be angry, don’t wear that ghost-like face when you’re angry; it scares people…”

Charles hung up the call.

Brought the phone to his ear and said, “Monday, remember to pick up the phone next time.”

After hanging up, Charles took out the love card that Zelda had given him and pressed it against the car window, throwing it out.

As the wind blew, the love card fluttered far away.

Several following security cars stopped.

Monday pushed open the car door, quickly ran back, picked up the love card fallen on the ground, and hurriedly returned to the car, getting in quickly.