His Coy Lover

As she spoke, she brought tissues to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“If you were more agile, when I disdain you for lacking romance, I guarantee you could turn over and overpower me, proving that you’re a romantic man with actions.”

Charles…

Taking off his shoes, Zelda climbed onto the bed.

Under Charles’s gaze, she grabbed him and pulled him closer.

Charles…

Feeling her dragging him, he felt like a dead dog being dragged…

He really didn’t like this feeling.

All because of his legs!

The short distance from the dining room to the bedroom made his legs feel weak and painful.

The doctor said feeling pain was a good thing; it meant his legs weren’t completely paralyzed.

As long as he persevered with rehabilitation, he really could stand up again.

Zelda helped him take off his shoes and lay down beside him with her clothes on, actively snuggling up to him, murmuring, “Charles, let’s take a nap. I’m tired.”

Charles silently embraced his wife as she nestled into his arms.

She quickly fell asleep, probably genuinely tired.

However, Charles couldn’t sleep no matter what.

He gently pushed her away, but not too far, so he could still look at her up close.

Sleeping Zelda looked like an angel, tempting Charles to reach out and lightly touch her face.

“Your face is smooth too, feels nice,” Charles murmured softly.

Unfortunately, sleeping Zelda didn’t hear him.

“Zelda.”

Charles rubbed his face against hers and whispered softly, “Are you really not going to regret it? Will you really stay by my side for the rest of your life?”

After a moment of silence, he added domineeringly, “Even if you regret it, I won’t let go. Giving you a chance to regret and change your mind, if you don’t cherish it, don’t blame me for being overbearing in the future. You won’t leave my side for the rest of your life.”

“Zelda, do you only dream of me? If you dare to dream of Burton, hmm, you’ll have to write ‘I love Charles’ ten thousand times every day.”

Charles’s low words naturally received no response.

Lying next to her, Charles moved his legs.

Thinking of what she had said, Charles took out his phone and called Zack.

Zack quickly answered his call.

“Young Master.”

Zack respectfully addressed him, and without guessing, Charles knew Zack must be eagerly listening.

After a moment of silence, Charles said in a low voice, “Zack, arrange for me to do rehabilitation every afternoon after work, starting tomorrow.”

Upon hearing this, Zack was overjoyed and quickly replied, “Yes, Young Master, I’ll arrange it immediately.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Finally, the young master was willing to do rehabilitation.

“Mm.”

Zack’s joy transmitted through the phone waves to Charles, making him realize how many people who genuinely cared about him were distressed and helpless because he refused to do rehabilitation.

Afraid of waking Zelda, Charles quickly hung up the phone.

After Charles hung up, Zack joyfully called the rehabilitation center to inform them to arrange for someone to stay at the Winston starting tomorrow to help the young master with rehabilitation.

Once everything was arranged, Zack couldn’t help but walk out of the residence, heading straight for the main house of the center.

Upon entering the courtyard of the main house, he saw the old lady sitting alone under a large tree, wearing reading glasses and reading a newspaper.

Hearing footsteps, the old lady just glanced up and continued reading her newspaper without saying anything.

Zack walked up to her and stopped three steps away, not speaking until she looked up, standing respectfully with his hands hanging down.

After finishing reading a newspaper, she calmly closed it and asked gently, “Zack, what’s the matter?”

Zack smiled and said, “Madam, I have good news, very good news.”

The old lady’s movements paused, and she looked up at him with anticipation, asking, “Has Charles shown any response?”

She was referring to that aspect.

Zack was the steward of Charles’s residence, and Charles trusted him. Whether his body recovered or not, the old lady thought Zack would be the most aware of it.

“I don’t know if Young Master has any response. That’s Young Master’s privacy, and I can’t figure it out.” Zack said apologetically.

The old lady thought he knew a lot about Young Master’s affairs, but in fact, Zack only knew what Young Master allowed him to know. If Young Master didn’t let him know, he wouldn’t know either.

Soon, Zack said excitedly, “Madam, Young Master just called me and asked me to notify the rehabilitation center to start rehabilitation for him starting tomorrow. Young Master finally agreed to do rehabilitation.”

“Really?”

The old lady’s joy was evident as she asked eagerly, “Zack, are you sure you didn’t hear wrong? Did Charles really tell you that himself?”

“Madam, this is absolutely true. If Young Master didn’t say so, I wouldn’t dare to arrange it,” Zack assured her.