His Coy Lover

As Burton was preparing to leave with two sets of jewelry, his mother suddenly called him again.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Burton.” Burton’s mom quickly walked to her son’s side and whispered in his ear, “When you go to find Zelda, take her out for entertainment, get her drunk, and then have a relationship with her. This way, she won’t be able to escape.”

Burton’s mouth twitched.

“Mom.”

He whispered, “Do I really need to resort to such shameless methods?”

Burton’s mom gave him a disdainful look. “This method is the most effective. Mom doesn’t believe Chris’s nonsense. Something must have happened.”

“Burton, if you are determined to marry only Zelda, then do as Mom says. If not, just pretend Mom didn’t say anything.”

Burton fell silent.

He didn’t love Zelda, and he even felt repulsed by her. The only reason he wanted to marry her was to get everything from the Roscente through Zelda as a stepping stone, allowing him to collude with Elle.

However, after Zelda changed her attitude towards him, he felt a sense of loss and couldn’t stand her cold indifference.

“Mom, I’ll consider it.”

“Burton, there’s nothing to consider. Act decisively. If you insist on marrying Zelda, then do as Mom says. If not, forget what Mom just mentioned.”

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Burton decided to follow his mother’s advice.

With his mother’s gaze following him, Burton left with the two sets of jewelry.

He had arranged to meet the client later, so he decided to follow his mother’s advice and first go to the Winston mansion to find Zelda. He wanted to persuade her to accompany him for the social event.

On the way to the Winston mansion, Burton called Elle and explained his plan.

“Burton, what did you just say?”

Elle was still working late at the office. Upon hearing Burton’s plan, she let out a low exclamation. The pen in her hand fell to the ground, and she stood up from her chair, her face filled with disbelief and anger.

Burton also realized that what he was doing would betray Elle. He tried to console her, saying, “Elle, I’m doing this for our big plan. Zelda has changed, and you know it better than I do. Both your mother and Zelda rejected the proposal. To marry her, I have no choice but to resort to this plan.”

“Burton, if you dare to touch her, try it!”

Elle growled fiercely, “You’re mine! You promised never to touch Zelda!”

“Elle, I have no other choice. Teach me what to do if not this way. I’ve already told you everything. I trust you.”

Elle appeared reasonable on the surface, but she was domineering. She had treated him as her man for a long time. Being the only child of the Roscente, Elle was pampered and had developed a dominant personality. Despite not being the biological daughter, she still had confidence.

“You can have Zelda accompany you to the event, and you can even get her drunk, but you cannot touch her. We’ll find someone else for her. When everything is over, you can reappear, and when she wakes up, let her see you coming out of the bathroom. No need to deceive her intentionally; she will naturally think she lost her virginity to you.”

Elle advised, “Burton, what do you think of my plan?”

Burton found the plan acceptable and smiled, saying, “Elle, you’re smart. I’ll follow your plan. I’ve arranged to meet the client at the Lowell Hotel, so it’s convenient for me to handle everything there.”

“You must not touch her, or there will be consequences.”

Elle warned him.

“Elle, with your solution, I won’t need to touch Zelda and can still achieve our plan. Trust me, I belong to you forever.”

“I’ll finish my work soon. Once I’m done, I’ll go to the Lowell Hotel and wait for you. I won’t take my eyes off you; I don’t trust you.”

Burton chuckled and promised, “Okay, keep an eye on me from the shadows.”

Elle was domineering, but Burton liked it. Her possessiveness made him feel deeply loved.

Back to his room, Burton’s self-esteem was greatly satisfied. A woman as outstanding as Elle loved him so much. He was confident he could handle Zelda.

…

Zelda had just washed her hair and came out of the bathroom. She saw Charles sitting on her bed, looking at the family photo placed on the bedside table – a picture of her with her adoptive parents.

When she left her adoptive parents, her mother didn’t allow her to take anything, promising to buy new things when she returned. The only item she could take was this family photo.

“Charles, haven’t you rested yet?”

Charles put the photo back and turned to look at her. Her hair was still wet, and he furrowed his brows, criticizing her, “Can’t you use a towel to dry your hair? It’ll dry quickly with a hairdryer.”

“It’s okay; it’ll dry quickly with a hairdryer.”

Zelda handed him the hairdryer, teasing, “Can you help me enjoy the service of a handsome man? Please blow-dry my hair?”

“I lost the use of my legs. Are you lost the use of hands?”

Zelda rolled her eyes; she knew she wouldn’t enjoy the service of a handsome man. She took the hairdryer back and started drying her hair.

Charles watched her quietly.

After a couple of minutes, he made a move, pushing his wheelchair over and reaching out for the hairdryer.

Zelda turned off the hairdryer and said, “Charles, my hair is almost dry. You don’t need to bother. You can go back to your room and rest.”

“This is my room too.”

Zelda laughed, “Come on, you run faster than a rabbit. I don’t understand why you’re still shy. You can’t make love anymore, so why be afraid me?”

Charles glared at her, “Speak more politely, young lady.”

“I didn’t use any vulgar language.”

Charles was silenced. Indeed, she only made sarcastic remarks; she didn’t use vulgar language.

Taking the hairdryer from her hand, Charles grabbed her hair’s end. Afraid he would pull her hair, Zelda quickly lowered her head, saying, “Don’t take the opportunity to retaliate against me. If you don’t want to help me dry my hair, I won’t force you.”

“I love you, love you…”

Zelda’s phone rang, and the newly set ringtone echoed throughout the room.