His Coy Lover

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, Zelda heard the sound of a car, snapping her drifting thoughts back to reality. Charles was back. Zelda quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, sat quietly for another two minutes to make sure her eyes were no longer red, then stood up and walked out of the pavilion.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

She headed towards Charles, but someone was faster than her-Linda. Linda walked up to Charles, respectfully said something, and Zelda saw Charles looking in her direction. After a moment, his bodyguard pushed him towards the central main house.

Zelda stopped.

Charles’s glance made her understand that it was related to her. Probably her mother-in-law had reported her to Charles.

Sighing, Zelda didn’t follow them. Instead, she went straight back to Charles’s room. Remembering that she still hadn’t bought groceries and couldn’t prepare dinner, it seemed she had to rely on her husband’s meal again. However, Zelda still wanted to check the kitchen, hoping to find a pack of instant noodles. To her surprise, when she entered the kitchen, the refrigerator was stocked with various ingredients. She was stunned. Who bought these?

“Zelda.”

Zack appeared at the kitchen door.

“Zack, I remember there was nothing in the kitchen. Did you buy these groceries?”

Zack nodded. “I had someone fetch them from the main kitchen. Does Madam want to cook for herself?”

“Can I use these ingredients?”

Zack chuckled. “I had them brought here; naturally, you can use them. If anything is missing, let me know, and I’ll have someone fetch it, or you can make a list, and I’ll have the kitchen staff buy everything when they go shopping tomorrow.”

“No need, I’ve checked. These ingredients are sufficient; nothing is missing.”

If she cooked for herself, she wouldn’t make too many dishes, not requiring too many ingredients.

“Well then, please go ahead.”

After saying that, Zack left, leaving Zelda to cook on her own.

Meanwhile, Charles, pushed by his bodyguard, entered the hall.

“Charles, you’re back.”

Anna greeted him, looking at Charles with a face full of affection.

Charles signaled the bodyguard to stop, raised his head, and asked his mother, “Mom, do you need something?”

“Mom just wanted to see you.”

Charles’s gaze deepened, and he said seriously, “Mom, tell me the truth.”

Under her son’s intense stare, Anna instinctively said, “Charles, Mom wanted to talk to you about Zelda. You don’t know how audacious she is. She dared to argue with me and even insulted me.”

“She was brought back by you for redemption, right? If she’s meant to be a maid for redemption, what’s wrong with asking her to help me wash a few clothes? She dared to defy me; she’s completely lacking in manners, always behaving like a country… I think she’s just like worthless mud, incomparable to Elle.”

Charles frowned slightly and said coldly, “Mom, if Nina were born and raised in the countryside, only returning to your side in her twenties, do you think she could immediately change her lifestyle habits after twenty-something years?”

Anna opened her mouth but couldn’t say anything.

“Mom, Zelda’s life was exchanged for twenty-five years. It’s not her fault. She might not be as good as Elle now because Elle received the education that should have belonged to Zelda. Elle enjoyed comfort by her biological mother’s side, while Zelda struggled in poverty in the countryside. Can you compare the two?”

“But I believe that given Zelda a few years, she can shine brightly and be dazzling.”

Charles defended his new wife, not liking to hear his mother criticize Zelda.

“Charles, are you… defending her? After what she did to you, you don’t hate her?”

Charles looked at his legs and said gloomily, “What’s there to blame her for? She just did what others wanted to do but didn’t dare to. In my current state, it’s normal for her not to want to marry me. Mom, you also have a daughter. Imagine if you put your daughter in Zelda’s position. What would you think?”

Anna: …

She definitely wouldn’t let her daughter marry a man with disabled legs, unable to live a humane life.

Huh?

She… didn’t despise her own son.

She felt heartache for her son in this state.

“Zelda was indeed brought back by me, but not to be a maid in our house. With so many servants in our house, Mom can have them do whatever you need. There’s no need to make Zelda do it.”

Charles earnestly told his mother, “I also hope that when I’m not at home, Mom doesn’t use her seniority to deliberately trouble Zelda. I don’t like it when I come home every day, and Mom reports on Zelda. She is a person in my room, and I will definitely protect her.”

The words “a person in my room” made Anna’s expression change.

“Son, didn’t you bring her back?”

“Mom, my affairs with Zelda are none of your business. I’ll tell you when the time is right.”

Anna wasn’t a fool and heard the hidden meaning in her son’s words. She hurriedly asked, “Charles, is there something else that happened between you and Zelda? Are you hiding it from Mom?”

But Charles didn’t answer, letting the bodyguard push him out.

“Charles, Charles!”

Despite calling twice, Charles didn’t stop, leaving Anna both angry and helpless.

Her eldest son, brought up personally by the in-laws, respected her as a mother but wouldn’t let her interfere in any decisions about him.

After leaving the central main house, Charles touched his trouser pocket.

In the pocket was the gift he had asked Zelda for in the afternoon-a hairpin.

He also touched the hidden pocket of his suit jacket. There was another hairpin, but a new one that he had someone buy for him in the afternoon, a beautiful and valuable one, much better than the one she had.

“Master, is it time for dinner now?”

Charles was silent for a moment before saying, “Go back to the room first.”

See how that woman is doing.

His mother was the Grand Madam of The Winston, born and raised in a wealthy family. She was always proud and had challenged the authority of his mother this afternoon. The battle must have been fierce.

Charles wasn’t worried that his mother would physically harm Zelda. He understood his mother. Even if she was angry, she would, at most, insult her verbally. Zelda wouldn’t let anyone beat her up either.

That woman seemed a bit timid but had incredible courage.

Back in his residence, even before entering the house, Charles caught a whiff of the aroma of fried rice. There was no need to ask; he knew it was the handiwork of that woman. From his detour to the central main house and back, it took him half an hour. Well, it was enough time for her to cook a meal.

She even added green onions, and the fragrance of the onions was strong.

“Young Master.”

Zack stepped forward, replacing the bodyguard, and pushed Charles into the house.

Zelda had just finished cooking egg fried rice. She filled a large bowl with it, carrying the bowl as she walked out of the kitchen. She even took a bite while walking, savoring the taste.

Hmm, not bad.

Having not cooked for a long time, her culinary skills were still intact. When she looked up, she saw her husband staring at her intently, and the large bowl of rice she was holding in her hands.