His Coy Lover

Noticing that Tommy gave Zelda an extra glance, Charles’s expression darkened. His thin lips pressed tightly together, and a chilling aura emanated from him. Zelda, standing behind him, immediately felt the coldness in the air.

She lowered her head, trying to catch Charles’s gaze, but all she could see was the top of his head. “Charles.”

Tommy stopped three steps away from Charles, smiling as he greeted him. Tommy was a renowned hair stylist in River Town, known not only for his skill but also for his androgynous and attractive appearance. While Charles was handsome, his charm exuded a more masculine aura compared to Tommy’s.

“I’m here,” Tommy replied with a smile. “Charles asked me to be here at half-past twelve, and I wouldn’t dare be late.”

Charles explained Zelda’s identity to Tommy, “She’s the young miss of the Roscente.”

The scandal of the Roscente’s heiress being switched at birth had caused a stir in River Town. Zelda, born half a day later than Elle, had lived as the daughter of ordinary parents until being returned to the Roscente family a year ago.

Due to the Peck couple’s reluctance to part with their adopted daughter Elle, Zelda, born half a day later than Elle, became the true heiress of the Roscente family. This caused a major uproar in River Town. Upon hearing that it was Zelda, Tommy just uttered an “oh” and lost interest in her. Zelda was accustomed to such attitudes, knowing that besides her parents, the only person in River Town’s high society who truly accepted her was Cindy. Others might be polite on the surface, but behind her back, they would look down on her rural upbringing.

In response to the disdain towards her rural background, Zelda thought, “What’s wrong with growing up in the countryside? I haven’t committed any crimes, and I am the cherished daughter of my adoptive parents. Those who disdain people from the countryside should have the courage not to eat rice and vegetables grown by them!”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Charles noticed Tommy’s change in attitude and, without expressing his displeasure overtly, coldly remarked, “See what hairstyle suits Zelda, but don’t make significant changes. Preserve the natural softness and elegance of her hair.”

Tommy was taken aback. He thought Charles had called him for a change in his own hairstyle, not for Zelda’s. Despite his curiosity, he politely asked, “Charles?”

“Didn’t hear clearly?” Charles’s words were noticeably icy.

Tommy’s eyes flickered. How had he offended Charles? However, with a smile that matched his feminine beauty, Tommy said, “No need to trouble Charles to repeat. I heard clearly and understood. I wonder where Charles wants me to help her with her hair?”

“My salon.”

“Alright.”

Despite his burning curiosity, Tommy did not show it. He politely said to Zelda, “Zelda, please follow me.”

Zelda smiled in response and told Charles, “Charles, I’ll go then.”

Charles responded with a simple “Hmm.”

Following Tommy into the salon, Zelda couldn’t help but admire the place. It seemed like a large hair salon with all the necessary facilities. As Tommy asked Zelda to let down her hair, he stood in front of her, carefully examining her.

The gleam in his eyes grew brighter. Regardless of the hairstyle, Zelda’s face shape suited them all. When he touched Zelda’s hair, he understood Charles’s instructions. He couldn’t bear to cut such silky hair.

“How do you usually care for your hair, Zelda? It’s well-maintained, black, and smooth.”

Zelda replied, “I don’t do much, just regular hair washing.”

“Only with shampoo?” Tommy asked.

Zelda countered, “What else should I use if not shampoo? Conditioner? I’m a bit lazy. If I can manage to wash my hair every two days, that’s already a challenge. Asking me to use a conditioner? I can’t keep up.”

Tommy was left speechless. She truly was heaven’s darling, effortlessly possessing enviable, luscious hair without much care.

While Tommy transformed Zelda’s hairstyle, Charles sat in the lobby, flipping through a magazine without turning the pages. “Young master, it’s time for your lunch break,” Zack reminded him.

Charles didn’t move or speak.

Knowing he was waiting for Zelda, Zack tried to persuade him again. “Young master, why don’t you take a break now? The young mistress may not come out so soon.”

Charles closed the magazine, saying casually, “I’m not waiting for her.”

Zack smiled, “Of course, the young master isn’t waiting for the young mistress. You should take a break; you still have to go back to the company in the afternoon.”

Now using a wheelchair, Charles intended to manage the Winston Empire group while at home. Zack knew it wasn’t about clinging to power but about proving to the outside world that Charles, despite the accident, wouldn’t allow anyone to underestimate him and didn’t need anyone’s sympathy.

Charles put down the magazine, his tone still indifferent, “Zack, I can’t sleep well.”

He kept having that ambiguous dream.

He was a cold-hearted person, repeatedly having the same dream, unable to clearly see the features of the woman in it. It was a kind of torment for him.

“Do you want me to call a doctor, young master?” Zack asked with concern, thinking the young master was under too much pressure.

“If I rest at home, Vinson will oppress Winston again, just like last time. Ming and the others are no match for him. That guy is cunning.”

During Charles’s hospitalization after the accident, Vinson took the opportunity to suppress Winston and seize their business. Vinson was a shrewd businessman, and Charles knew that if he rested at home, Winston would face challenges.