His Coy Lover

Chris: “… Does Elle not like Burton? Or did Burton not confess to her? Or is he thinking of marrying you while having an affair with Elle?”

“Mom, only they know the reasons,” Zelda replied indifferently. She didn’t want to discuss their matters too much. Regardless of any conspiracy between them, she had no intention of being manipulated again in this lifetime.

Chris, caught up in her thoughts, exclaimed, “What does Burton take you and your sister for? Even if Elle is not my biological daughter, I raised her, and I consider her my own. How can he play with Elle like this?”

“Tonight, I’ll talk to Elle and advise her to stay away from Burton. I never expected Burton, who seems so charming, to have the potential to be a scoundrel.”

Zelda remained silent for a moment and then said, “Mom, you’re right. It’s essential to remind Elle and encourage her to stay away from Burton. If Burton can’t gain any benefits from me and turns to pursue her, Mom, you and Dad must ensure that she stays away from the Lowell family. Marrying into that family would be jumping into a fire pit, and Burton is too much of a scoundrel.”

In her past life, Elle was Burton’s secret lover, and their child was born out of wedlock. In this life, Zelda didn’t want them to become a legally married couple. Instead, she preferred Elle to remain Burton’s mistress until he married someone else, leaving Elle better off.

Chris nodded repeatedly, “We will definitely help both of you and watch over your sister. When a woman gets married, it’s like being reborn. If she marries the wrong person, it can ruin her whole life. Both of you are my precious daughters, and I hope you both can marry into good families.”

Zelda smiled, “Mom, I’ll be fine.”

The Winston might not be a good family, but with Charles’ prominent background, she was not willing to let go.

…

Charles put down his phone with a gloomy expression. It was unclear who he had just talked to, but it seemed to have upset him. Leaning back in his black swivel chair, he stared at the two small mice on the desk. Once again, the image of the woman from his dream, whose face he couldn’t see but had spent a passionate night with, crossed his mind. Strangely, he found himself associating her with Zelda.

After spending time together, Zelda brought a sense of familiarity to him. Yet, he hadn’t seen her before her suicide attempt and rejection of marriage. He glanced at his left wristwatch and called, “Monday, come in.”

Monday, the codenamed bodyguard, quickly entered the room.

“Charles.”

“I want to go home.”

Charles spoke in a low tone, and Monday understood. He approached to assist Charles, helping him sit in the wheelchair. Then, he took out his phone and called his colleagues. Afterward, Monday pushed Charles out of the CEO’s office.

By the time Charles reached the ground floor in the elevator, his private car fleet was ready. Within minutes, Charles’ car fleet left the Empire Group of the Winston.

Leaving the busy street, the car fleet took the road leading to the Winston mansion. However, they were unexpectedly overtaken by a BMW from behind. The driver frowned and murmured, “Who’s not afraid of death!”

This road led to the Winston mansion, and ordinary people wouldn’t take it unless their destination was the Winston. Sitting in the back seat, Charles saw the BMW that overtook his car fleet. He didn’t recognize the license plate, but there was a large sticker on the back saying, “New female driver on the road, please be understanding.”

It was apparent that the BMW owner was a woman and a novice driver.

A new driver speeding? Charles’ face darkened, and he remained silent. If she wanted to drive recklessly, what did it have to do with him?

The car fleet continued to follow the BMW, which was treating the road like a runway. The driver of the BMW was none other than Zelda.

She was rushing back to Winston, so she drove fast. She didn’t realize at first that the cars behind her were her husband’s private car fleet. Only when she arrived at the Winston mansion’s entrance and noticed the cars still following her did she understand.

Zelda understood, and Charles naturally guessed who the BMW belonged to. Charles remembered all the Winston license plate numbers clearly. He didn’t recognize the BMW’s plate number; who else could it be if not his newlywed wife?

Seeing her drive at full speed, Charles’ expression turned as dark as coal.

If this woman died just after marrying him, people would say that Charles not only lacked humanity but also crippled his wife. Zelda stepped out of the car.

She couldn’t get in; the security guards at the Winston mansion entrance didn’t recognize her car and wouldn’t allow her entry. Aware that there were cars behind her, she got out of the car first.

“Stop the car.”

Charles ordered the driver to stop.

The driver quickly complied.

He pressed the button to lower the car window, and with a cold gaze, Charles looked at Zelda walking towards them.

“Charles.”

Zelda habitually smiled sweetly, “You’re back too.”

Charles stared at her with a cold look.

Having been glared at by him several times, Zelda had developed immunity. She wasn’t as scared as she was in the beginning. She stood in front of the car window, smiling at Charles, who continued to glare at her.

“What kind of car are you driving?”

Charles lifted his thin lips and asked her.

Zelda turned her head to look at her new car and then back at Charles, “It’s a BMW. My mom gave it to me as a gift. How about it? Looks good, right?”

“A BMW? I thought it was an airplane.”

Charles sarcastically remarked, “Driving a car like it’s an airplane. Zelda, you’re amazing!”

He raised his thumb as if praising her.

Zelda accepted the compliment and thanked him with a smile, “Thank you for the compliment, Charles. How’s my driving? If I join a racing competition, I’ll definitely bring back a championship trophy, giving Charles some glory.”

“Monday.”

After closing the car window, Charles ordered coldly, “Let Tuesday and the others get off the car, and take off her car tires.”

Let’s see if she’ll still drive recklessly!

Monday replied, “… Okay.”

Charles’ car fleet bypassed Zelda’s car, entering the mansion directly. However, one security car remained outside.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Zelda was curious, but from the security car, four bodyguards descended. They went to the trunk and took out a toolbox. As they approached her car, they placed the toolbox down, opened it, and took out tools to start removing her car tires.

Damn! They’re taking off my car tires!