His Coy Lover

Seeing Burton made Zelda recall her past life, and her hatred was difficult to suppress, evident through her eyes.

She even thought about rushing over, grabbing Burton’s neck, and questioning why he married her if he didn’t love her. Why did he pretend to be her that night, deceive her, and cause the death of her daughter?

“Zelda.”

Burton took a few steps forward, standing in front of Zelda. He had a hint of suspicion in his eyes; usually, Zelda’s eyes would light up when she saw him, but this time, it seemed different.

“Zelda, what are you doing here? Are you alone?”

Burton glanced around.

Zelda had to work hard to suppress her intense feelings. Seeing Burton scanning the area, she knew he was actually looking for Elle.

She couldn’t help but raise a mocking smile. Clearly, he loved Elle, yet he pretended to like her. Wasn’t he tired of acting?

In her past life, she was truly blind not to notice this.

“I’m here to buy clothes.”

Zelda replied casually, walking past Burton.

“Zelda.”

Burton took a step forward and grabbed Zelda’s hand.

Zelda immediately pulled away and whispered, “It hurts!”

He happened to grab her injured hand, and even though she had been nursing it for a few days, the scar was still tender.

Burton hesitated, and when he realized she was hurt, he looked at her with concern. He ignored her struggle and asked, “Zelda, what happened? Who did this to you?”

Zelda looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile and countered, “Burton, didn’t you say you liked me? Why didn’t you know when I got injured? You never visited me these past few days.”

Burton furrowed his brows. He fixedly looked at Zelda, who seemed different. Elle complained that Zelda had changed, becoming more spoiled towards her parents and setting traps. He didn’t believe it at first; could a country girl like Zelda really deceive Elle?

Now, he was starting to believe Elle’s words. Zelda was changing.

Seeing his eyes losing the fervor of the past, Zelda hated herself for being blind and foolish in her previous life.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s indeed a knife wound.”

Zelda took her hand back, saying indifferently, “It was from a little knife Elle gave me.”

When she returned to the Roscente, Elle gave her a gift with a small knife, claiming it was for self-defense.

Burton twisted his head to look at the store behind him. He asked Zelda, “Zelda, you said you’re here to buy clothes, but this is a men’s clothing store. Are you buying for your dad?”

“Who I’m buying for doesn’t concern you, right? Anyway, it’s not for you.”

Burton was a bit curious and uncomfortable. Zelda used to buy clothes from this brand for him. Every time she came here, it was to help him pick clothes.

Now, Zelda was acting indifferent, and the new clothes were not for him!

He used to be her treasure, and everything went smoothly for him. If he liked something, she would get it for him without him having to ask. Suddenly, Zelda’s attitude turned cold, and she wasn’t buying clothes for him anymore. Burton felt an odd emptiness in his heart.

“I’m quite familiar with this brand. Come on, let me be your shopping guide.”

Burton said, wanting to pull Zelda into the store.

Zelda avoided his hand. With her head held high and elegant steps, she walked to the store’s entrance and pushed the door open.

…

“Stop the car.”

Charles suddenly ordered.

The driver immediately hit the brakes, swiftly pulling over to the side of the road.

Charles pressed the button to lower the car window. His icy gaze was fixed on the figure entering a store in the distance, closely followed by someone-Burton!