His Coy Lover

Zelda chuckled. “He won’t eat you.”

“I know he won’t eat me, but I still dare not provoke him. Unless I have his consent, I wouldn’t dare take his picture. Otherwise, I’d rather regret it for the rest of my life than risk it.”

Cindy truly regretted it.

She collected so many pictures of handsome men, but none of them could compare to Charles.

If she could have a picture of Charles, she promised to treat it as a treasure and display it prominently where even ghosts and spirits wouldn’t dare approach.

Zelda chuckled again and didn’t say anything more. Before her rebirth, she risked offending Charles for Burton. Afterwards, she was terrified. Luckily, Charles never held it against her, and even helped her when she needed it most.

A helping hand in times of need was more appreciated than an added advantage.

“Oh, by the way, Zelda, I heard you’re working as a maid at the Winston? Is that true? What’s going on?”

Cindy remembered another piece of gossip and asked with concern, “Is it because of what you did that Charles is retaliating against you? Zelda, you were really bold back then, dragging yourself and the entire Roscente down for Burton.”

Cindy didn’t think it was worth it to drag down her family and loved ones for love.

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“Cindy, I know I was wrong. I’ve already given up on Burton now. I risked offending Charles for him, but he didn’t even come to see me when I was injured, so I gave up.”

Last time she told her friend she had given up on Burton, she didn’t explain why.

This time, she added the reason, making her giving up on Burton reasonable.

“I’m at the Winston, uh, to take care of Charles, but fortunately, he hasn’t specifically made things difficult for me.”

At most, he would scold her a few times or make her write a ten-thousand-word self-criticism.

It seemed that she hadn’t handed in the second ten-thousand-word self-criticism yet.

And Charles didn’t pursue it.

So, let’s just quietly slip past this. She really couldn’t write another ten-thousand-word self-criticism with no repeated content.

“That’s good.”

Cindy was relieved to hear that Zelda hadn’t been particularly harassed by Charles and didn’t ask further. She was afraid that asking too much would reveal some of Charles’s private matters. For the sake of her life, she had to restrain her curiosity and refrain from asking too much.

As the two girls chatted happily in the corner, the birthday party officially began.

The Granger family members no longer surrounded the two CEOs. They brought out a big cake and sang a birthday song for Yemmy, offering their blessings.

She was the jewel of their generation in the Granger family, just like Nina. Yemmy was the star of the Granger family.

Many people surrounded Yemmy, including Elle, who wanted to be photographed.

Cindy nudged her friend and joked, “Zelda, look how well your so-called sister can socialize. You should learn from her. Want to join in?”

“Forget it. Yemmy and I aren’t friends. She and Cindy are besties.”

Elle had promised her mother before leaving home that she would take care of Zelda and introduce her to the bigwigs in the business world. Her mother was the only one who believed her.

Elle’s biggest fear now was probably getting to know the bigwigs in the business world, right?

“Here, cheers.”

Zelda raised her glass and clinked it with her friend’s.

They clinked glasses, exchanged smiles, and drank up.

Burton, who hadn’t met Zelda since entering the Granger family, placed a glass of wine on a tray held by a Granger family servant, then pointed to Zelda in the corner and said to the servant, “Could you please take this glass of wine to that lady? Her wine is finished. Thank you. But don’t let her know it’s from me.”

To prevent Zelda from not drinking it.

The Granger family servant nodded and went over with the tray.

Both Zelda and Cindy’s glasses were empty, and the Granger family servant thoughtfully refilled them both. The glass of wine for Zelda was the one Burton had asked the servant to bring over.

“Cindy.”

As the two were about to toast again, Cindy’s mother found her daughter. She came over, took the plate and glass from Cindy’s hand, and put them down, then pulled Cindy up with a smile and said to Zelda, “Zelda, I ran into an acquaintance. I’ll take Cindy over to say hello.”

“Auntie, go ahead.”

This party was like a large-scale matchmaking event.

Parents with children all wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to find a good son-in-law or daughter-in-law for their children.

Cindy’s mother also had this intention.

After Cindy was pulled away by her mother, Zelda also put down her glass and went to get some more food for herself.

At the same time, the bodyguards from the Rovella and the Winston almost simultaneously approached their respective masters and whispered a few words in their ears.

Charles acted quickly and had Monday go over and swap the drink Burton wanted Zelda to have, making sure Burton didn’t notice.

Vinson observed all of his rival’s actions with a cold smile, but he didn’t say anything. He just chuckled twice.