His Coy Lover

Zelda finally realized that something was wrong. She noticed that only her left wrist was in pain. Looking around, she realized that this wasn’t a hospital at all.

Two bodyguards walked up to her bedside, expressionless, and said, “Zelda, please get up and come with us.”

Zelda: …

What on earth was happening? Could it be that she had returned to the past after her death?

“Could you give me a mirror?” Zelda’s heart raced with excitement, but she still wanted to confirm.

Charles, pushing the wheelchair towards the door, stopped. He turned around, looking at Zelda with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

The bodyguards waited for Charles to speak.

After pursing his lips, Charles coldly said, “Give her a phone.”

A phone with a selfie function was equivalent to a mirror.

One of the bodyguards immediately took out his phone, opened the camera function, and handed it to Zelda.

Zelda snatched the phone and looked at herself. The woman in front of her was no longer worn out and desperate. Although her face was a bit pale, probably due to the blood loss from slitting her wrists, she looked several times stronger than she did right before her death.

This version of her was unmistakably her at the age of twenty-six.

She had been reborn!

Back to three years ago.

At this moment, her parents were still alive, and she hadn’t married Burton. None of the tragedies had occurred yet, giving her a chance to start over.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the bodyguard behind Charles opening the door. Charles was about to leave.

Swiftly, Zelda jumped out of bed, handed the phone back to the bodyguard, and blocked Charles’s way.

Charles looked at her coldly.

Zelda trembled under his gaze but didn’t back down.

“Charles.”

“Speak!”

His voice was low, cold, and commanding.

Zelda clasped her hands together, a nervous habit of hers.

“Charles.”

“Throw her out!”

Charles lost his patience, ordering the guards to throw Zelda out.

“Charles, I want to marry you! I want to marry you!”

In her urgency, what she had intended to do before her death turned into words. She blurted out that she wanted to marry him, especially after he had shown a hint of kindness when she was at her lowest.

Even if his temper was bad, his patience was lacking, his legs were disabled, and his nature was cold, she was willing to marry him and spend her life taking care of him.

Everyone in the room was stunned by Zelda’s sudden declaration.

Charles sneered sarcastically at Zelda, “Zelda, did you hurt your head when you attempted suicide, or is your brain damaged?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Zelda blushed at his words.

“Charles, I’m serious. I’ve figured it out. I’m willing to marry you and take care of you for the rest of my life.”

Regardless, in this life, she was determined to stick with him.

“Heh!”

Charles sneered, “You’re not repelled by my disabled legs? You’re not afraid I’ll burden you for the rest of your life? You’re not afraid that I can’t perform like a normal person due to my injuries? You’re not worried about the Winston family pressuring us to get married?”

Zelda: “… I’m not repelled by any of that!”