His Coy Lover

During that period, his two younger brothers, along with his cousins, joined forces to barely maintain the situation of the Winston, preventing it from being successfully suppressed by Vinson. The business tycoons in River Town knew that without Charles, Vinson would undoubtedly be the business god of River Town, firmly occupying the top position.

“I just had that dream.”

Charles said somewhat annoyed, “It’s been a while since I had that dream again. That damn shameless woman invaded my dream again last night, stirring everything up and leaving me sleepless.”

In the morning, he relied on coffee to stay awake, ensuring efficient work.

At these words, even Zack was surprised. As the steward in charge here, he was deeply trusted by Charles. While others might not know about the nightmares that plagued Charles, Zack was well aware.

“Young master hasn’t had that dream for a while. Why did it happen again? Is the young master recovering?”

Zack asked excitedly. Charles glared at him. Even Zack thought he couldn’t…

Still excited, Zack suggested, “Young master, do you want to ask the young mistress to help? If you don’t want to bother with the young mistress, how about I inform Miss The Beauty to come over? I believe she would be happy to accompany the young master.”

Ah, the young master has regained his masculine vigor.

Zack was genuinely excited. “Charles, if there’s something you don’t agree with, I won’t take matters into my own hands.”

Seeing Charles’ expression soften a bit, Zack continued, “Young master, do you think that dreaming again might be related to the young mistress? The young mistress was brought back yesterday, and the young master had the dream again last night.”

A single word can wake up the dreamer.

Charles never associated the recurring dreams with Zelda. He married her without genuine feelings. Her marriage to him had a purpose, and he was well aware of her intentions. He just let her be.

When Zack said those words, even he found it unbelievable. The young master had never met the young mistress before, and they had no interaction. However, the young master didn’t start having the dream recently.

“Perhaps, because the young mistress is a woman, and she is the only person recently close to the young master, it triggered the recurring dream.”

Zack felt his words were not convincing and was making excuses for himself.

Charles remained silent, just raised his hand, and Zack understood that he didn’t want to discuss this matter further.

In the end, Charles skipped lunch and waited until Zelda came out of the salon. Tommy lived up to his reputation. With just a minor adjustment to Zelda’s appearance, Charles was impressed. He realized that his young wife was naturally beautiful.

“Charles, how is it?”

Zelda was very satisfied, walking up to Charles and asking for his opinion. Looking at her joyful expression, sparkling eyes, Charles felt a sense of being needed.

But his handsome face showed no change, just a slight nod, saying in a low voice, “Good.”

Zelda’s joy was dampened by the words, but she quickly thought, Charles had a sharp tongue, and getting a “good” was already a good evaluation. Zelda was still very pleased.

“Do you like keeping pets?”

Charles suddenly asked.

Zelda was momentarily stunned, then asked, “Can you keep pets here? I have a pair of Ragdoll cats at my mom’s house.”

If he allowed it, she would bring her Ragdoll cats here to keep her company.

Tommy wanted to interject. Those familiar with Charles knew he disliked furry animals. His residence did not permit pets. If he found cat or dog hair in his living space, he would turn the whole Winston mansion upside down.

Nina had many pets but never dared to bring them into her big brother’s living space.

“No cats, I’ll give you another animal as a pet.”

Zelda said, “Really? What kind of animal?”

“Hamsters.”

Zelda: …

Charles got up.

Zack and Tommy both stepped forward, helping him back into his wheelchair.

The well-disciplined bodyguards, usually following closely behind him, quickly entered the room.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Monday pushed Charles towards the exit.

Zelda stood in place, watching him being pushed out.

When Charles was pushed to the door, he lightly tapped the wheelchair, and the bodyguards immediately stopped.

He turned his head, saw Zelda still standing there, lifted his lips slightly, “Escort me out.”

Zelda was surprised for a moment, then said, “Oh,” and quickly walked over. The bodyguards timely made way for her, allowing her to stand behind Charles and push him out.

Tommy watched this scene, deep in thought.

“Charles, are you really going to give me a hamster?”

She didn’t like keeping mice. She liked cats and dogs. If she couldn’t keep a cat, she’d happily keep a Maltese dog.

“No liking it?”

Zelda honestly said, “I don’t like it. I like keeping cats and dogs.”

“My place doesn’t allow cats and dogs. Too much fur.”

“Hamsters have fur too.”

“In a cage.”

Zelda silently complained: He’s a clean freak.

Not hearing her answer, Charles turned his head, looked up at her for a moment, and said, “I’m more generous than you.”

Presenting a hand to her, what did that mean?

She really couldn’t figure out his meaning.

With a mouth, why not speak clearly?

Zelda: …

He shouldn’t have accepted the gift if he thought it wasn’t valuable.

Charles’s private car had already stopped at the entrance of the house, and the car door opened. The bodyguards stood in formation like soldiers in front of his car. There was no need for Zelda to assist with getting into the car. She stood aside, watching the well-trained bodyguards skillfully lift Charles into the car and place the wheelchair inside.

“Zelda.”

The man who had boarded the car called her again.

“Charles, what can I do for you?”

Zelda approached, asking with a smile.

A thick and sturdy hand extended towards her.

Zelda glanced at the large hand and then at its owner, wearing a puzzled expression on her face.

Then, tentatively, she reached out her right hand and shook hands with the large hand.

She saw her husband’s face darken.

Did she misunderstand something?

Zelda quickly retracted her right hand, smiling even sweeter. “Charles, I’m a bit dense. I can’t comprehend your intentions. I hope Charles can enlighten me.”

Extending a hand to her, but not for a handshake, what did that mean?

She truly couldn’t fathom his intentions.

With a mouth, why couldn’t he speak clearly!