His Coy Lover

“I didn’t want to lose it either,” Zelda muttered quietly. “Charles, can we get a replacement? Or could you lend me yours so I can make a copy?” Without the certificate in hand, she felt uneasy.

Charles tapped her head with the chopsticks again.

Zelda winced, glaring at him with a mixture of anger and grievance.

“Do you feel happy when other women climb into your husband’s bed?”

Uh, how should she answer this question? If she had feelings, she would definitely not be happy and might even be angry. If there were no feelings, it wouldn’t matter; they could just get a divorce.

“Speak!”

Charles’s face darkened, his authority imposing. It startled Zelda, making her feel that dealing with this man required keeping all her nerves on edge due to his unpredictable nature.

“Do you really want to know?”

Zelda glanced down, not at the table but at a certain area of Charles. Being an astute person, he understood her meaning with just a glance. Surprisingly, he didn’t get angry. Since his accident that left him paralyzed, there were rumors that he couldn’t perform normal human functions anymore.

Zelda’s implication was whether he could handle a situation where a woman climbed into his bed.

“Master, the bowls and chopsticks are here.”

Charles signaled the bodyguard to place the newly acquired bowls and chopsticks in front of Zelda.

“Since you’ve come to apologize, have a meal with me.”

While Charles spoke, he used chopsticks to pick dishes for her, explaining the nutritional benefits of each one. It seemed as if he had turned into a nutrition expert.

Zelda slumped with a delicate face. “I don’t eat spicy food.”

Charles shot her a glance. Zelda’s heart trembled, and she quickly picked up the chopsticks. “I, I can eat spicy. As long as Charles treats me to eat together, I’ll eat even if it’s spicy.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Dishes drenched in chili oil entered her mouth. The spiciness spread inside her mouth, making Zelda want to retch. She noticed Charles staring at her coldly, so she dared not spit it out and forced herself to swallow.

So spicy!

She wanted to drink water.

Charles, as if understanding her thoughts, considerately ladled a bowl of soup for her. However, the soup also contained chili oil, and a lot of it.

Zelda dared not drink it.

Charles pushed the bowl of soup towards her.

“Drink the soup, eat the food, finish it, and get lost!”

Zelda: …

One hour later.

Zelda held her stomach, feeling a bit embarrassed but urgently asked, “Charles, where is the bathroom?”

Charles put down his chopsticks, picked up a napkin, and elegantly wiped his mouth. Ignoring Zelda’s question, he seemed not to have heard it. Zelda was about to call him an ancestor in desperation, but thankfully, the bodyguard intervened, summoning a maid to take Zelda to the bathroom.

Zelda avoided spicy food mainly because of her gastrointestinal issues. Once she ate something spicy, she would have diarrhea very quickly.

Under the threat of her husband, she had to finish those dishes, resulting in a series of visits to the bathroom.

Charles finally realized the severity of the situation.

When Zelda, still holding her stomach, was about to run to the bathroom again, Charles, with a stern face, asked her, “Did you take laxatives?”