His Coy Lover

The Roscente Group is less than a ten-minute drive from the Winston Empire Group. Soon, Monday drove Zelda into the Empire Group.

Empire Group worked until twelve o’clock, and at this moment, the company was still in a state of busy tension.

For the people at the Empire Group, Zelda, a new face, looked particularly dazzling as she carried a bouquet of flowers.

One of Charles’s personal bodyguards followed her respectfully. The front desk staff dared not stop her, instead, watched with great curiosity as Zelda entered the elevator carrying the bouquet.

Charles had just come out, pushing his wheelchair.

Monday, who was guarding the office door, quickly approached to push him.

After taking a few steps, he saw Zelda approaching with a smile, holding a vibrant bouquet.

Zelda, naturally beautiful, looked like a heavenly fairy descending to the mortal world when she walked towards him with a smile and the bouquet.

Charles stared at her, and even his bodyguards couldn’t help but glance at Zelda.

The bright bouquet was presented to Charles.

Zelda, with a smile, said, “Husband, this bouquet is for you.”

Husband!

Although Charles’s handsome face remained stoic, a hint of tenderness flickered in his eyes, revealing that he was in a pleasant mood.

He cleared his throat, reaching out to accept the bouquet, and said to Zelda, “I told you not to call me husband.”

“But I like calling you husband, husband-”

Zelda deliberately elongated the last syllable, making her voice sound sweet and charming.

“Husband, do you like this bouquet?”

Not used to being coquettish, Zelda found herself shivering a bit after calling Charles ‘husband.’ She didn’t know how Charles felt, but she herself got goosebumps.

“Flowers should be given by men to women.”

“Women can also give flowers to men. Charles, oh, husband, have you ever received a bouquet?”

Charles lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance of the flowers, saying calmly, “I haven’t.”

Zelda sweetly smiled, “Then I’ll give you flowers every day from now on.”

Charles chuckled, “Promise only if you can keep it.”

Thinking that she sometimes forgot things, Zelda chuckled awkwardly, “I’ll try my best to remember.”

“I don’t want you to try your best. Either give me flowers every day or don’t give them at all.”

Zelda hesitated, “Well…”

“Let’s go, for lunch.”

Charles, holding the bouquet, said lightly.

“Sure, let’s go.”

Zelda quickly turned to his back, pushing him forward, while the bodyguards followed silently behind the couple.

It happened to be the end of the working hours. The CEO, holding a vibrant and eye-catching bouquet, being pushed by a young and beautiful woman – this scene stunned everyone at the Empire Group.

Everyone was speculating about Zelda’s identity.

All the way out, until they reached the car, Zelda breathed a sigh of relief. As she helped Charles get into the car, she said, “Husband, our turning heads rate was one hundred percent just now.”

“It’s because the bouquet is eye-catching.”

Zelda giggled, “I think it’s the person holding the bouquet who stands out.”

After ensuring Charles was comfortably seated, Zelda got into the car, and Monday folded the wheelchair.

“Finally, we can taste the delicacies of Rich Hotel.”

“I suspect you starved to death in your past life. You’re always thinking about eating, eating, eating.”

Zelda instinctively said, “I died in a car accident in my past life…”

Charles’s eyes darkened, “Don’t try driving yourself again.”

With her reckless driving skills, she could make his heart skip a beat.

“… Husband, actually, I drive very steadily. I got my driver’s license when I was eighteen, and I’ve been driving for eight years. I’m an experienced driver. Those two times were just accidents.”

“I said no, and if you drive without permission, I’ll smash your car every time I see it.”

“Hehe, I said my husband is handsome and invincible. I love my husband endlessly, like a never-ending river.”

Charles’s mouth twitched, “Can’t you change the script?”

“I did change it. My husband is handsome and invincible; isn’t that a new script?”

Charles was speechless.

“Husband.”

Calling him more frequently made Zelda more comfortable with it.

“I told you not to call me husband.”

“Why should I listen to you?”

Clearly, he wanted her to call him husband to proclaim his ownership to the outside world, yet he still had to act stubborn.

So she satisfied him.

Charles freed one hand and lightly pinched her cheek.

Zelda grabbed his hand, quickly entwined it around his arm, and leaned over to him. The faint fragrance of a woman floated into Charles’s nose, making him feel a bit restless.

“Husband.”

“Speak!”

Charles spoke in a low tone, “Stay away from me.”

Zelda clung even tighter, “No. Husband, are you happy now?”

Charles remained silent.

“If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as your approval. Husband, since you’re happy now, can you spare me? Don’t make me write a ten-thousand-word self-criticism again. I really can’t write it. When I was in school, I copied my essays.”

“I don’t know why Vinson is targeting me. Apart from accidentally bumping into him at the hospital, I really haven’t done anything to him. I think he’s so persistent because my beautiful appearance attracted him. He wants to cooperate with our Roscente, taking the opportunity to pursue me.”

Zelda narcissistically said, “Charles, if he really pursues me, should I reject him or hang out with him?”

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Charles felt unhappy inside but didn’t show it on his face.

He replied with a low and cold voice, “My home’s walls are high, and if a red apricot dares to come out, the gardener will wield giant scissors and snip it off.”

Zelda “… It’s just a joke. Rest assured, I will only love my Charles forever.”

“Can I believe your love?”

They had only been married for half a month, so when she said she loved him, he didn’t believe it.