His Coy Lover

Zelda didn’t even open her eyes; she was softly calling his name.

Judging by her appearance, she seemed to be dreaming.

Dreaming about him?

“Baby…”

Soon, Zelda’s expression changed, turning into one of sorrow. Her hands flailed in the air, and she cried out in pain, “Baby, baby…”

Baby?

Charles frowned.

Who was this baby?

Seeing tears streaming down her cheeks, Charles couldn’t bear it any longer. He reached out and shook her.

“Zelda.”

With this push, Zelda quickly woke up.

When she opened her eyes and saw Charles, she remained in a daze for a long time before snapping back to reality.

It turned out she was just dreaming. Dreaming about the helplessness and grief she felt in her previous life when something happened to her baby.

“Having a nightmare, huh?”

Zelda sat up, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and honestly admitted, “Yes, it was a nightmare.”

She then retorted, “What? Can’t I have nightmares?”

Charles watched her silently.

Feeling a bit guilty under his gaze, Zelda was about to say something to lighten the mood when he suddenly tapped her twice.

“Charles, you’re tapping me again, without even a warning!”

Zelda was annoyed, and she impulsively pounced on him.

Charles was unprepared and was toppled by her. She climbed onto him, and the two of them almost rolled off the bed. Even so, Zelda managed to hit Charles on the head a few times.

Charles…

“Who is the baby?”

“My daughter.”

“Your daughter? You actually have a daughter?”

How did he miss this during his investigation?

“I dreamed about her. Just born, and someone took her away. I cried and screamed, wanting to snatch my baby back. But before I could, you woke me up.”

Zelda lied without batting an eye.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought he was going to become an unexpected father.

“You go back to sleep; I’ll go to study.”

Leaving these words for Zelda, Charles left.

Zelda originally wanted to politely push him out, but when she heard him say he was going to the study, she retracted her politeness. Zack had briefly educated her on Charles’s rules; his study was a restricted area, not accessible to just anyone.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Alone, Charles wheeled himself into the elevator without alerting the bodyguards and went to the study on the second floor.

He sat behind the desk as usual.

Taking out the portrait of the featureless person, he furrowed his brows for a long time before putting the painting away. After some contemplation, he opened the computer and drafted a life plan for Zelda.

That woman wanted to take the path of a strong, independent woman and secure the Roscente Group but lacked a proper strategy. It was chaotic.

He couldn’t stand it.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, the outside world gradually moved past its darkest hours.

It was already past five in the morning, and this season, it was slightly bright around this time.

Having finished drafting Zelda’s life plan, Charles checked the time and picked up the landline phone on the corner of the desk. He called Randy.

“Charles?”

“Randy, investigate Zelda’s and Burton’s past for me.”

“… Okay.”

“It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

Charles hung up, but Randy couldn’t fall back asleep.

He was intensely curious, but he didn’t dare to ask. Even if he did, Charles wouldn’t tell him anything.

Unless Charles decided to speak, he wouldn’t say a word.

Zack knocked on the door from the outside, finally waking her up.

“Zelda.”

Zack called through the door respectfully, “Are you awake?”

“Zack, I’m awake. I’ll be right out. What’s wrong?”

Zelda sat up, hastily changing clothes while responding to Zack outside.

This was Elle’s best friend, Yemmy. In her previous life, Zelda embarrassed herself at Yemmy’s birthday party.

Wait, why would Yemmy come to Winston and specifically ask for her?

Yemmy knew she was at the Winston, thanks to Elle. But why did Yemmy want to see her?

Could it be… Yemmy’s an admirer of Charles?

“Zack, tell Yemmy to wait for me for about ten minutes.”

“Okay.”

Outside.

Yemmy’s expression was extremely unpleasant.

She questioned the two black-clad men blocking her way, “What’s going on with Zack? All I asked for was to have Zelda called out to see me, and I still haven’t seen her.”

If it weren’t Charles’s residence, she would have barged in already.

Used to being fawned over, Yemmy, wanting to meet a country girl, had to wait so long.