His Coy Lover

Zelda didn’t want to involve her brother.

Alan sighed. “Big brother can’t help even if he wants to. By the way, Zelda, what’s going on between you and that Lowell fellow?”

Zelda’s eyes flickered. “What do you mean?”

“When Elle was at the hospital with Mom, she often went out or answered phone calls. Although she always avoided us, I heard it once. The person calling her was that Lowell guy. I don’t know what they talked about on the phone, but when I saw Zelda answering his calls, her expression was sweet and happy, the kind only lovers have.”

Alan thought his sister was stealing Zelda’s crush.

“Zelda, big brother knows you really like that Lowell guy, but him being so close to Elle behind your back, calling her ten times a day, and often sending messages, saying they’re just friends, no one believes that.”

“Lowell is unreliable. He’s two-timing you. You should break it off with him sooner rather than later. There are so many good men in the world, I believe you can find someone better than Lowell.”

“Big brother, thank you for your reminder. I know.”

Zelda comfortingly hugged her big brother’s shoulder, as affectionate as before. “Don’t worry about my affairs. Take care of yourself. You’re thirty already; it’s time to find a sister-in-law for me. Mom and Dad have been looking forward to their grandchildren.”

Alan affectionately tapped her forehead. “You’re already urging big brother to get married.”

“My fate hasn’t arrived yet. When the time comes, big brother will definitely bring you a sister-in-law. You can look forward to your brother’s wedding.”

“Definitely.”

The siblings laughed and joked as they walked out of the hospital ward.

Alan stayed until Zelda got into Winston’s car. He watched the car drive away before turning back, touching the spot where Zelda had just hugged him, his eyes filled with tenderness.

After leaving the hospital, Zelda instructed the driver to take her to the pedestrian street. She bought a tie and a set of clothes for Charles as gifts for lunch and dinner.

Since she was going back to her parents’ home, she also bought a set of clothes for each of them.

Carrying her spoils out of the pedestrian street, she ran into Yemmy, or rather, Yemmy seemed to be waiting for her.

Yemmy’s car was parked next to Winston’s security car, and she was leaning against the car, holding the car keys and swinging them incessantly.

Zelda couldn’t help but envy her.

She also liked swinging car keys; the sound made her feel refreshed.

Unfortunately, her man wouldn’t let her drive anymore.

Even the luxury cars were crossed off his dowry list he drafted!

Her driving skills were really good; both times she sped, there were reasons for it!

“Zelda seems to be in a good mood.”

Yemmy remarked coldly as Zelda approached.

Zelda smiled, “Is Yemmy not in a good mood?”

Yemmy’s expression darkened.

Her mood was terrible, really terrible.

Yesterday was her birthday, and she hosted a birthday banquet, inviting many celebrities to attend. It should have been a joyous occasion, but it was ruined by Burton. The birthday banquet ended early, leaving Yemmy half-dead with anger, wishing she could stab that damn pervert Burton to death.

He actually made advances on Blair at her birthday banquet.

Her brothers said Burton was manipulated.

Yemmy still held a grudge.

Who would manipulate Burton?

Yemmy first suspected Zelda because Zelda wanted to marry Burton the most.

Elle said that when Burton’s mother went to Roscente to deliver the betrothal gifts, she told Chris that she was asking for Elle’s hand in marriage. So, Zelda panicked and tried to manipulate Burton. By turning a blind eye to his advances, Burton would have no choice but to marry Zelda, right?NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Yemmy didn’t care who Zelda wanted to manipulate, as long as she didn’t mess with her birthday banquet.

Zelda had touched her bottom line.

If she didn’t settle scores with Zelda, she couldn’t swallow this anger.

Yemmy’s bad mood had another reason.

She opened the birthday gift Charles gave her, only to find it was a vase.

Even though the vase looked pretty on the surface, it wasn’t valuable; it was just an ordinary vase.

If Charles had given her an expensive vase, she could have treated it as an antique. But giving her an ordinary vase was mocking her, implying that she was just a decoration, useless.

Yemmy couldn’t be happy.

Thinking that Zelda was now living in Charles’s place, Yemmy’s anger focused on her, and she was ready to settle scores with Zelda when she was alone.

“Beep beep.”

Zelda’s phone rang.

She took out her phone and saw that it was a message from Charles.

Charles had sent Monday’s WeChat ID to her, asking her to add Monday as a WeChat friend. Monday would then send her the evidence of Burton trying to drug Zelda last night.