His Coy Lover

When Zelda returned to the maid’s room, she found a small table added to her room, with four dishes and a soup on it. Approaching, she noticed a small note on the table.

The content on the note was brief: Eat, Apply Face Mask.

No need to ask, just by reading these four words, she knew it was a note left by Charles. She thought he was really cold-hearted.

Zelda pulled over a chair, sat down, and silently mocked her family’s man, a man who seemed unpleasant but was warm inside. She ate the still-warm meal, not being picky except for avoiding spicy food.

Moreover, Winston’s chef was truly excellent. Hungry Zelda quickly finished the meal.

Not because she had a big appetite, but because the portion of the meal was not large.

After eating and drinking to her heart’s content, Zelda’s mood improved. She picked up the ice bags to apply them to her face.

“Knock, knock.”

A knocking sound was heard.

“Who is it?”

“I’m here to clean the dishes.”

Zelda responded, “The door is unlocked.”

The door was quickly pushed open, and a bodyguard dressed in a black suit walked in. As soon as he left, another bodyguard in a similar black suit entered. The second one was carrying a plate of fruits, which he placed on the bedside table, respectfully saying, “These are the fruits after the meal.”

“Thank you.”

Zelda thanked politely. The bodyguard seemed a bit anxious and said, “This is what I should do. No need for thanks.”

After placing the fruits, the bodyguard silently exited Zelda’s room.

Having returned to the wealthy family for more than a year, although the Roscente family had servants, it couldn’t be compared to the Winston family’s treatment. No wonder every girl used to dream of marrying Charles. Being his wife was indeed a good deal!

When she woke up, the sunlight streaming in had softened, indicating it was almost evening.

She instinctively reached for her phone on the bedside table. Inadvertently, her hand touched something beside her-a hardness, warmth, and clothing.

What’s this?

Zelda turned her head and met Charles’s handsome face, which was dangerously close. He was staring at her with his dark eyes, a gloomy expression on his face.

While Zelda was still in astonishment, he sensually moved his thin lips and coldly asked, “Had enough touching?”

Huh?

Zelda realized and quickly withdrew her hand that was carelessly touching Charles’s chest.

Then she abruptly sat up, instinctively wanting to grab a blanket to cover herself, but found that her clothes were intact, not in disarray.

Oh, she overreacted.

Zelda suddenly calmed down. Fortunately, she had not messed up her clothes in front of Charles, her benefactor from her previous life and her husband in this life. But every time she interacted with Charles, she felt embarrassed.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.