His Coy Lover

“Squeak-”

The urgent sound of brakes echoed through the air.

“Bang-”

Zelda was hit by the car, thrown up, and quickly fell back to the ground.

Blood spread rapidly.

Zelda only felt pain, pain all over her body. She struggled to crawl towards her daughter. The impact of the car hitting her was too great, causing her daughter in her arms to be thrown away.

“Baby…”

Zelda crawled forward with great effort, inch by inch, getting closer to her daughter. She reached out, but still couldn’t touch her baby.

“Baby…”

A pair of large feet in black shoes appeared in her increasingly blurred vision. Then the person bent down, picked up her daughter’s lifeless body, and stuffed it into her arms.

“Baby.”

Zelda held her daughter, ecstatic. Blood from her mouth tainted her daughter’s body.

With severe injuries, she could no longer hold on. Before darkness swallowed her, she struggled to look up at the person in front of her, only to see the man in black sitting in a wheelchair.

Even sitting in a wheelchair, it didn’t affect his noble aura in the slightest.

She recognized him. Yesterday, when her baby was seriously injured by Burton and Elle, she ran out holding her baby, stopped a car, and asked someone to take her to the hospital.

The man in the wheelchair was in that car. He let her in and instructed the driver to drive fast to take her and her daughter to the hospital.

Although her baby did not survive in the end, Zelda was still grateful to him.

When their eyes met, Zelda smiled at him.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

If there was another life, she would definitely marry him.

Charles.

…

“When will she wake up?”

A low and cold voice struck into Zelda’s ears.

“The doctor said she just fainted due to excessive bleeding. The bleeding has stopped now, and she should wake up soon.”

She just fainted due to excessive bleeding?

She thought she was going to die.

Her baby!

Her precious baby!

Zelda suddenly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was not the white ceiling of the hospital but a pair of deep and cold eyes. The owner of those eyes had a handsome face, though his expression was serious, paired with sharp and cold eyes, making him appear particularly aloof.

This face, Zelda remembered.

Charles.

The man who showed her a trace of kindness when she had nothing.

“Charles…”

Zelda gratefully called Charles’s name.

Although he was crippled, he remained a god in the River Town business world.

Charles looked at Zelda with eyes devoid of warmth.

While pushing the wheelchair, he coldly instructed the bodyguard behind him.

“She’s awake. Take her back and tell Peck Roscente that although I, Charles, am crippled, I won’t force his daughter to be my wife. Tell him to take care of his daughter and not come to me with suicide scenes. That blood stained my eyes.”

Suicide?

This scene was quite familiar.

Yes, when the Winstons came to propose marriage, specifically naming Zelda as the true heiress.

Thinking that Charles, even crippled, still wanted to marry her, she ran to the Winston mansion without her parents knowing, found Charles, and used the drastic method of cutting her wrists to tell him that she would rather die than marry him.