His Coy Lover

During these days of her recovery, he hadn’t called her once. It had been quiet on Winston’s side too. Zelda understood that Charles didn’t really want to marry her; he impulsively agreed to marry her because he was irritated by her actions.

Actually, Charles wanted her to regret her decision.

After living peacefully for so many days, Zelda thought she could keep her marriage with Charles a secret forever. She hadn’t even told her parents.

She didn’t know how to take responsibility for being his wife.

Glancing at his legs, Zelda thought of a way to take responsibility, and immediately suppressed her confusion.

“I want to go back on your word? Or do you think I’m a monkey you can play with, Charles?”

This statement carried a dangerous undertone.

Zelda thought that if she agreed, Charles would definitely tear her bones apart and feed them to the dogs.

This man wouldn’t show mercy just because she was his legal wife.

Although Peck didn’t know what promise his daughter had made to Charles, he was afraid she would anger Charles. He quickly intervened, saying, “Charles, Zelda is very trustworthy. She won’t go back on her word. Whatever she promised you, she will definitely fulfill. I’ll also remind her to fulfill her promise to you.”

Charles remained silent, looking at Zelda coldly.

“I said I don’t regret it, Charles. Give me ten minutes, and I’ll pack my things to leave with you.”

With Zelda’s reply, the chilling atmosphere surrounding Charles gradually dissipated.

“Go then, just ten minutes. If you take longer, walk back on your own.”

He would definitely not wait for her!

Zelda turned and rushed upstairs.

Peck and Elle exchanged glances, both eager to know what was going on between Zelda and Charles.

Taking advantage of being Zelda’s biological father, Peck put on a smiling face and cautiously asked, “Charles, what did Zelda do?”

In less than ten minutes, Zelda came downstairs with her suitcase.

Charles, satisfied that she was relatively punctual, pretended to be kind and asked, “Finished packing? Need a few more minutes?”

“No, it’s done.”

“Let’s go.”

Charles said.

Zelda nodded and dragged her suitcase to leave.

After a few steps, realizing that Charles was still sitting and not moving, she stopped and turned to him, asking, “Charles, aren’t we leaving?”

Seeing that the young couple was about to get stuck again, a bodyguard signaled to Zelda and subtly pointed behind Charles, indicating that she should push him out.

Zelda understood; now, she had to take responsibility for him. She quickly turned back, went behind Charles, and remembered her mother. She said to her father, “Dad, when Mom comes back, tell her I’ve gone to The Winston. Let her not worry; I’ll be fine.”

Peck nodded, personally seeing the two off.

After leaving the main house, Charles suddenly said, “Stop.”

Zelda halted.

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Peck didn’t know what Charles wanted to do but obediently approached. Leaning in, he asked, “Charles.”

“Listen carefully. I’ll tell you a secret. You can only tell your wife. Others must keep quiet unless I give permission. If you leak this information, don’t blame me for settling scores later.”

Peck’s expression changed, quickly assuring, “Charles, trust me. I’ll keep it confidential.”

After the assurance, Peck approached, and Charles whispered something in his ear.

Peck was dumbfounded.