His Coy Lover

“Who hit her?”

Charles asked in a deep voice, “Was it your dad or her?”

Even if Charles didn’t like Zelda, she was his wife, and only he had the right to discipline her.

Elle, pale with fear from the way Charles looked at her, quickly explained, “Charles, it wasn’t me who hit her. She hit me first. Look, my face is swollen too, all because of Zelda. She even kicked me.”

Charles remained expressionless, as if the idea of Zelda resorting to violence was not surprising.

Peck honestly admitted, “Charles, I reprimanded Zelda, and it has nothing to do with Elle. Since Zelda returned, Elle has treated her like a real sister.”

Hearing her father’s words, Zelda couldn’t help but curl the corners of her mouth into a mocking smile. Even though she quickly returned to her usual expression, Charles had already noticed.

“Peck, Zelda is your biological daughter. As her father, you have the right to discipline her. I shouldn’t interfere, but I enjoy seeing Zelda’s face. In the future, if you want to discipline her, don’t hit her face.”

“Charles is right. When hitting someone, avoid the face. I only resorted to violence this time out of frustration. Hitting her hurts me more than it hurts Zelda.”

Charles looked at Zelda and asked, “What conflict led to you resorting to violence?”

“Zelda, are you mute? I’m asking you a question. I’ll give you one more chance to answer. If you remain silent, don’t blame me for cutting out your tongue. Since you don’t want to speak, what’s the use of keeping your tongue?”

His harsh tone fueled Zelda’s anger. She retorted, “It’s all because of you, Charles. Every time I go out, I run into you. At The Beauty, just because of a word from you, everyone there wants to kick me out.”

“Elle scolded me because she thought I offended you again. I found arguing wasteful, so I dealt with it directly, settling the matter quickly. Saves everyone a lot of trouble.”

Everyone: …

Charles clapped his hands.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Confusion spread among the onlookers.

While applauding, Charles said to Zelda, “Exactly as it should be. In the future, if you can solve a problem with your hands, do it. No matter who it is, if someone tries to belittle you or make trouble, give them a big slap, or use something like this so you don’t hurt your hand.”

Charles’s tone was particularly domineering when he said this.

Elle had doubts in her heart. Why was Charles defending Zelda? It couldn’t be just because of Zelda’s face; Charles hadn’t seen Zelda in her previous life. Even if Zelda was beautiful, with Charles’s status, he must have seen many beautiful women.

Elle felt that she needed to reevaluate this so-called sister.

Moreover, she couldn’t let Charles continue to protect Zelda.

“Charles…”

Peck wanted to say something but was coldly stared at by Charles. The words he intended to speak retreated.

“Why are you still standing here?”

Charles, who had just defended Zelda, now sternly scolded her, “Go upstairs, pack your bags. We’re leaving now. I don’t like waiting. You have ten minutes, and the clock is ticking.”

Zelda listened, stunned. She asked, “Leave with you? Where are we going?”

And why did she need to pack her bags? Were they going on a long journey?

Charles sneered, mocking her, “Zelda, it seems like you’ve forgotten what you said on the day of our marriage refusal. Have you forgotten what you did?”

Zelda blinked. Did he want her to fulfill her responsibilities as a wife?

She had said she would take responsibility for leaving her mark on him. Either she would marry him, or he would marry her. Then he chose to marry her.

However, after obtaining the marriage certificate, he personally knocked her out and had his bodyguards send her back.

Zelda thought he didn’t really want her to take responsibility.