His Coy Lover

“Charles.”

Zelda admired Charles’s beauty, “Why are you in my bed?”

Charles allowed her to press down on his upper body. Listening to her questions, he coldly said, “This is my room. You are on my bed.”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Your room?”

Zelda muttered, “Isn’t this the maid’s room?”

She had circled the second and third floors. Every room was inaccessible, so she reluctantly chose this maid’s room.

“Now the entire building is mine.”

Zelda was speechless.

The whole building was his, of course, this room belonged to him.

“How long do you want to press on me? Trying to take advantage of me again?”

“I’m not heavy. What’s wrong with pressing for a while? Charles is so handsome; I just want to appreciate his beauty.”

Although Zelda said so, she obediently left Charles’s body.

If he didn’t speak up, she wanted to press on him for a while longer. If he did, she wouldn’t dare to be presumptuous, to avoid being overturned under the bed, which would be embarrassing.

Charles stared at her, “Don’t use ‘beautiful’ to describe a man.”

“But you are beautiful.”

Charles was speechless.

Zelda approached, negotiating, “Charles, can I touch your face?”

Charles raised his hand and swatted away her presumptuous hand, coldly saying, “Zelda, get out!”

Muttering to herself, Zelda quickly rolled off the bed.

Accidentally, she really rolled off the bed, facing down and kissing the floor.

“Ouch.”

She exclaimed.

Charles suddenly sat up. Seeing her embarrassed appearance, a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes. When Zelda stood up, he had already laid back on the bed. Although his expression remained indifferent, his thin lips uttered sarcastic words, “You’re such a big person, rolling under the bed. It’s embarrassing.”

“I, I did it accidentally.”

Zelda’s face turned bright red. In front of her benefactor from her past life, who was also her husband in this life, it was indeed embarrassing to roll under the bed.

It seemed that every time she had interactions with Charles, she ended up in a mess.

“Lift me up.”

Charles commanded.

“Can’t you get up by yourself?”

Charles glared at her.

Zelda hesitated for a moment, then approached and pulled up one of Charles’s hands, placing it on her shoulder. “Hold it steady. Don’t blame me if you fall back on the bed yourself.”

Charles didn’t exert any effort, and Zelda struggled to help him sit up. Once he was seated, she squatted in front of him, touching his legs and asking with concern, “Is there any hope for your legs?”

Charles’s face darkened.

“Charles, I’m not implying anything. I just care about you. If there’s still hope, you should persist in rehabilitation to recover sooner, and you can walk like a normal person.”

“Do you despise my disability?”

“I don’t despise!”

Charles sneered, “Zelda, even if you despise my disability, there’s no chance for regret. I gave you a chance that day, but you didn’t cherish it.”

Zelda didn’t look at him. After massaging his legs, she said, “Charles, no matter what you think of me or how you see me, I made that decision that day, and I won’t regret it.”

Even if he planned to discipline her, she wouldn’t regret it. Repaying him for his little kindness from her past life was like living a lifetime with him in this life.