His Coy Lover

“Gift.”

Charles uttered the words in a low voice.

Zelda blinked and said, “Didn’t I give you one this morning?”

“I said, every day when I come back from outside, I want to receive a gift from you.”

Zelda: …

She began to pat herself, trying to find something suitable to give him. In the end, she could only take off her hairpin and reluctantly handed it to him, saying, “I haven’t prepared a gift now. If you insist on receiving a gift, I can only give you this.”

Looking at her long, straight, waist-length hair and the ordinary hairpin she handed over, worth at most twenty-something dollars, he knew that she hadn’t changed her lifestyle despite returning to the wealthy family.

Charles took the hairpin she handed over and then closed the car window.

Zelda was stunned. Did he really accept it?

Charles’s private car slowly left the mansion.

Zelda stood at the entrance until she couldn’t see his car anymore, then turned and walked back.

Tommy watched the whole time. When Zelda turned around, he once again looked at her with scrutinizing eyes.

“Is there something wrong with me?”

Tommy smiled, “There’s nothing wrong with Zelda. Zelda, I should leave now.”

His task was completed, Charles had left again, and he shouldn’t stay for too long.

“Don’t you want to sit down and have a cup of tea before leaving?”

“No, I’ll let Zelda treat me to tea another day when she has time.”

Seeing Tommy insisting on leaving, Zelda didn’t insist on keeping him. She personally escorted him out of the house, and Tommy didn’t let her send him off further.

When Tommy left, Zelda completely relaxed. However, when she thought of her BMW with four tires removed, her face dropped again.

Charles was good at changing the subject, making her claim for compensation unresolved.

“Madam.”

Suddenly, Zack respectfully called from behind.

Zelda turned her head and said gently, “Zack, don’t call me Madam. Just call me Zelda. Between your Young Master and me, well, let’s say it’s a secret marriage. Even the old lady doesn’t know about it.”

Until Charles voluntarily revealed their relationship, Zelda didn’t want to speak up.

“In Young Master’s presence, I’ll call you Madam. With others around, I’ll call you Zelda.”

Zack looked at Zelda with a respectful yet warm gaze. He could tell that the Young Master was making an exception for Madam.

Zack had high expectations for Zelda.

“That works too.”

It was just a form of address, and Zelda wouldn’t dwell on this issue.

“Madam, are you still going to take a nap?”

“Is there something?”

Zack smiled, “Not a big deal. The Young Master just instructed me to take Madam for a stroll around the mansion this afternoon until Madam memorizes the route. Young Master said, ” Madam doesn’t need to remember the other routes, but Madam must remember the route from here to the outside and back.”

Zelda: … The maze-like green belts on both sides of those roads made it difficult to remember.

“Madam is right. The road near the mansion entrance is designed like a maze. Outsiders coming in would get lost, making it challenging to find the main residence. It’s a security measure to protect everyone’s privacy and safety.”

Winston was always under the scrutiny of entertainment reporters. Small pieces of information would quickly spread throughout River Town. People were curious about the mysterious Winston mansion, but could only learn a bit through media reports.

Therefore, to capture the private scenes inside the Winston mansion, reporters sometimes took advantage of the distracted security personnel to climb over the walls. The maze-like road in the front yard served as a barrier, while the backyard housed over a dozen fierce guard dogs.

Zelda pursed her lips and muttered a few words. Reluctantly, she followed Zack to explore the Winston mansion, repeatedly walking the routes to force herself to memorize them. She didn’t want to end up lost the next time she returned.

After completing a full tour of the mansion, Zelda’s feet were sore. Fortunately, she wasn’t wearing high heels, or her feet might have been crippled.

“Zack, let me rest for a while. I’m too tired from walking. Such a large place should have an electric car available.”

Zelda walked to a long stone bench and sat down. Fortunately, there were benches or swings scattered around the courtyard, providing places to rest.

Zack, with a smile, asked her, “Madam, can you memorize?”

“… Well, Zack, I got dizzy from all the walking. Instead of remembering, it’s getting more confusing. What should I do?”

Zack was speechless.

“Madam, how about walking through the routes with me again? If you still can’t remember, we can do it all day tomorrow. You should be able to remember by then.”

Zelda, with a bitter face, said, “Fine.”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ring, ring, ring…”

Zack’s phone rang.

He took out his phone, checked the caller ID, and answered the call.

Zelda could only hear him say, “Tell Madam I’ll be there in half an hour.”

After ending the call, Zack looked at Zelda and informed her, “Madam, the Madam asked you to find her. It will take about half an hour to get to the central main house. Let’s go; don’t keep Madam waiting.”

Zelda was puzzled. Why did his mother want to see her? She was Charles’s birth mother, still holding a grudge against her for attempting suicide to reject the marriage and hurting Charles’s self-esteem.

Zelda felt that meeting his mother might not lead to anything good. Charles wasn’t at home, so if his mother made things difficult for her, should she fight back fiercely or remain silent?

“I don’t know either. The steward from the central main house called me and asked me to tell you.”

Zelda responded with an “Oh” and stood up. As she walked forward, she asked, “Zack, does each building here have a steward?”

“Yes.”

Zelda didn’t say anything more. She found it hard to adapt to this top-tier wealthy family that was constantly under scrutiny, but she had no choice. She had clung to Charles’s big thigh and forcefully became his wife. She could only face challenges head-on.

Zelda, do your best!

Entering the magnificent hall of the central main house for the second time, Zelda was once again overwhelmed by the grandeur inside. Unlike the last time, the room was filled with people. This time, only Anna sat on the sofa, waiting for Zelda to approach.

Anna’s face was very unpleasant. Seeing Zack bring Zelda in, she scolded her, “Are you a turtle? So slow, even a turtle can crawl faster.”

Zelda replied, “If I were a turtle, I might not make it here until tomorrow.”

She didn’t come from Charles’s residence. She came from near the Four Houses, and the distance was far.