His Coy Lover

Elle’s straightforward words brought a touch of joy to Burton’s mood.

He responded , “Don’t worry, instead of you, I won’t let anyone see my body.”

“Burton, I’m going inside now. I’ll call you later,” Elle said hastily, not waiting for Burton’s response before hanging up.

She was afraid that Chris might overhear.

With her car keys in hand, Elle hurriedly entered the house.

“Elle, you’re back.”

The maid happened to come downstairs, holding a glass of milk.

“Is Chris upstairs? Didn’t she drink her milk?”

The maid respectfully replied, “Madam suddenly felt upset, and she didn’t take a sip of the milk.”

“Why is she upset? Is it related to Zelda?”

Elle wanted to figure out the reason her mother called her back so suddenly.

The maid shook her head; she didn’t know.

Unable to get any information, Elle spoke gently, “You can rest now, and give me the milk.”

The maid handed the glass of milk to Elle.

Chris didn’t sleep well; every night before bedtime, she would drink a glass of milk.

Holding the glass of milk, Elle quickly reached Chris’s room. She knocked on the door and said, “Mom, it’s Elle.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Mom, didn’t you call me back?”

After a moment of silence, Chris in the room said, “It’s fine now.”

Upon hearing this, Elle tightened her grip on the glass of milk.

She thought something had happened at home, and when she rushed back, her mother gave her a cold response.

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Elle, feeling dissatisfied but keeping a pleasant demeanor, said, “You need to drink a glass of milk every night for a peaceful sleep.”

“I don’t want to drink, Elle. Mom is not in a good mood now. Don’t disturb me; go do whatever you need to.”

“Mom, if you have something on your mind, you can talk to me.”

Chris didn’t respond further.

After waiting for several minutes and getting no response from Chris, Elle called her mother again, but Chris still ignored her. Elle had to turn around and go downstairs.

Not long after, Peck hurriedly returned.

“Dad.”

Elle stood up from the sofa, still holding her phone. She had just sent a message to Burton, confirming that he had changed clothes, went to the hospital for wound care, and received a rabies vaccine. Elle felt a bit relieved.

“Elle, where’s your mom?”

“In her room. I went to knock on the door, but she didn’t come out. She hasn’t even drunk the milk she has every night. Dad, did you do something to upset Mom?”

Peck looked a bit embarrassed. “No, I’ll go upstairs and check on your mom.”

Saying that, he hurriedly went upstairs.

Seeing this, Elle guessed something was wrong. It must be her father who did something to upset her mother.

Did he have an affair outside? Did he father an illegitimate child?

Elle was curious and worried.

Now that Zelda had a share in the family property, if there was another illegitimate child, how much would be left for her, the adopted daughter of the Roscente family?

Out of curiosity, Elle quietly went upstairs, arrived at her parents’ door, and eavesdropped.

She heard her parents seemingly arguing, and her mother seemed to be crying. However, she couldn’t make out the content of their conversation.

After listening for a while without understanding, Elle had to return to her room.

Peck sat with a pack of tissues next to his wife, continuously handing tissues to her to wipe away her tears. He spoke softly, “Darling, I didn’t mean to hide it from you. Charles said we couldn’t tell you.”

“For such a big matter, both you and our daughter actually kept it from me! Zelda, my poor daughter, she’s going to be a widow for the rest of her life.”

Thinking about her only biological daughter marrying Charles, a disabled and inhumane demon of a man, Chris felt as if her heart was being twisted by a knife.

“Zelda returned to us just a year ago, and we haven’t properly compensated her. Now she falls into this trap because of us. Peck, is it your fault? If you had refused Winston’s marriage proposal back then, Zelda wouldn’t have gone to Charles.”

“She wouldn’t be in this situation if she hadn’t gone to Winston’s.”

Peck, holding her shoulders, consoled her, “Alright, it’s my fault. If I had rejected Winston’s proposal, Zelda wouldn’t have gone to Charles. But she must have willingly married him. Let’s bless her. Charles’s leg can recover, and maybe things will improve in that aspect too.”

Chris pushed him away, “I know you’re happy about this marriage, climbing up the Winston’s ladder. But have you ever thought about our daughter? The Winstons have a complicated background. Zelda grew up in the countryside without any scheming. How can she stand firm in the Winston family? It’s a disaster when women in the backyard start fighting.”

“If it weren’t for Charles’s disability, if he hadn’t lost his virility, he would indeed be a man worth entrusting our daughter to.”

Chris glared at him.

If Charles were not disabled, if he hadn’t lost his vigor, he would indeed be a man worthy of entrusting their daughter to.

However…

“Alright, stop glaring at me. When Zelda comes back, ask her about the reasons. I’m sure she agreed to this. By the way, you haven’t told Elle, right? Charles doesn’t want people to know, and we have to keep it a secret.”

Peck’s words made Chris’s heart twist again.

Painful!

Her daughter married a demon of a man, and it was kept a secret, hidden from everyone!

When her daughter returned, she would definitely ask her thoroughly. If Charles forced her, even if it cost her life, she would confront Charles and demand her daughter’s freedom.

…

Three in the morning.

Charles was once again disturbed by an extremely ambiguous dream, waking up in the middle of the night and breaking into a cold sweat.

Staring at the ceiling with open eyes, he remembered the dream where he and someone were entangled in an intimate manner, but he couldn’t figure out who that person was.

Charles felt frustrated.

After a while, he tried to get up and felt a hand resting on his waist.

It was Zelda’s.

This shameless woman even put her hand on his waist while sleeping.

Charles felt a bit annoyed. He shook off Zelda’s hand and even thought about kicking her off the bed. However, when he tried to lift his foot, he gave up on the idea.

Staring at Zelda for a while, Charles slowly sat up.

“Charles…”

He had just thought about getting out of bed when the woman behind him suddenly called his name.

Charles turned around.