His Coy Lover

The kitchen was empty, not even a grain of rice to be found. How could she cook without ingredients?

“If he didn’t want to marry me, he could have chosen not to. But if he did, he didn’t have to be so stingy.”

Zelda murmured to herself, turning and leaving the kitchen.

In reality, Zelda had misunderstood Charles. Although his residence had a kitchen, the caretakers, who were mostly bodyguards, were not skilled in cooking. Charles’s meals were prepared by the main kitchen.

Exiting Charles’s residence, Zelda stood at the door, looking towards the distant pavilion. After a moment of consideration, she decided to go there again to get some food.

The bodyguards standing outside the pavilion respectfully greeted her, “Zelda.”

Zelda stopped to look at them. She quickly realized that Charles had given them specific instructions about addressing her. Dismissing the curiosity about their choice of address, she walked into the pavilion.

By the time Zelda entered, Charles had finished his delicious lunch. Seeing Zelda approaching, he handed her a napkin.

“I haven’t eaten yet.” No need to wipe her mouth.

“Help me wipe my mouth.”

While she was hungry and her husband had already eaten his fill, he didn’t care. He left her to tidy up the maid’s room herself, and now he wanted her to wipe his mouth.

“Don’t you have hands?”

“I do, but I want to enjoy the feeling of being cared for by my wife.”

“You said I couldn’t call you ‘Honey,’ yet you call me ‘Honey’?”

“That’s my prerogative.”

When under the same roof, one must bow one’s head. Zelda took the napkin, bent down, and moved closer. Originally, she intended to be a bit rough, but facing his handsome face, her movements involuntarily softened.

Looking at him up close, Charles’s eyes deepened. He felt a sense of familiarity, but he had confirmed that he had never seen Zelda before she cut her wrist to refuse the marriage. He had no idea where this familiar feeling came from.

Wiping his mouth didn’t take much time, but Zelda, being mischievous, intentionally slowed down, gradually wiping Charles’s lips and mouth. She thought his face was so handsome, and she couldn’t resist wanting to go further.

Instinctively, she playfully licked his lip when their lips touched, and sensing him slightly parting his lips, she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Charles had yet to respond.

Zelda didn’t expect him to respond, but she didn’t dare to be too greedy. Soon, she ended the kiss.

Straightening herself, she looked at Charles. Suddenly, she realized that this was his first kiss! A rare occurrence in this open-minded era, especially for a young man who used to be the dream lover of River Town’s teenage girls.

Zelda felt like she had hit the jackpot, and a sweet smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

Sunlight fell on her lovely face, enhancing her sweet smile with warmth, penetrating Charles’s heart.

Silently, Charles’s ears turned red.

On the surface, he maintained his usual serious expression, coldly staring at Zelda.

“I didn’t mean to take advantage of you.”

Given a cold stare, Zelda faltered and quickly explained, “It’s just that you’re too good-looking. I couldn’t help myself…”

With a dark face, Charles said in a chilling tone, “Is it my fault again?”

“No, no, no. It’s not Charles’s fault. It’s my fault. If you feel disadvantaged, I’ll let you kiss me back, how about that?”

Charles: …

What was the difference between him kissing her and her kissing him? Wasn’t it just the touching of lips?

Seeing his unpleasant expression, Zelda adjusted her expression and looked at him cautiously, nervously waiting for his next move.

Would he angrily throw her out?

After a long while…

“Are you hungry?”

Charles’s question caught Zelda off guard. She paused for a moment and then nodded repeatedly, “Starving.”

She glanced at the table. Charles hadn’t eaten much, but the dishes prepared for him were quite plentiful, and there was a lot of food left.

“Come in, clean up!”

Charles coldly ordered the bodyguards.

Zelda: … He won’t even let me eat the leftovers?

Observing Zelda’s changing expressions, Charles’s lips curved slightly. His tone softened a bit, no longer as icy, as he asked her, “Did you see the note I left for you?”

“Yes, I saw it.”

“That’s good.”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Zelda: Just that?

“Charles, there’s nothing in your kitchen. How can I do it myself?”

Charles gave her a disdainful look, pushing his wheelchair while saying, “No money?”

“Invite me to dinner first. I’ll treat you tonight. Right now, I’m too weak to go out and buy ingredients.”

Who would have thought that the grand young mistress of the Winston family would have to spend her own money to buy ingredients and cook for herself?

Twisting his wheelchair, Charles stared at her red lips for a full minute before speaking, “Taking advantage of me requires quite some strength.”

Zelda’s face turned red. She might have applied a bit too much strength when holding the back of his head.

Charles pushed the wheelchair again.

The bodyguards had already cleaned up the table.

As Charles left, the bodyguards followed suit, leaving Zelda alone under the pavilion.

At this point, if Zelda still didn’t understand that Charles was intentionally tormenting her, she would be a fool.

No wonder he agreed to marry her so easily. It turned out that marrying her was just the beginning of using various methods to torture her.

“Zelda.”

Suddenly, an unfamiliar low voice sounded from behind.

Zelda turned around to see a plump woman in her forties.

She forced a polite smile, “Auntie, did you call me?”

“Zelda, everyone calls me Linda. Zelda, the old lady would like to see you. Are you free to come with me now?”