His Coy Lover

After leaving The Beauty, Zelda went to other stores to buy a new outfit for each of her parents before returning home. Upon arriving, she was somewhat surprised to see Elle’s car parked in the outdoor parking area.

A servant approached.

As Zelda got out of the car, the servant helped her with several bags.

“Is Mom not at home?”

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Zelda nodded and headed towards the main house. While walking, she asked, “Why is Miss back?”

At this hour, it was working hours, and Elle should be at the company.

Elle was exceptionally responsible at work, often working overtime, earning the trust of her father. Zelda knew that her parents initially groomed Elle as the successor. Elle was indeed outstanding.

If Zelda hadn’t come back, she wouldn’t have known about the malicious heart hidden beneath Elle’s excellent exterior.

In her previous life, after the sudden death of her parents, she didn’t have the ability to take over the Roscente. Elle took over, claiming there was a will from their parents leaving everything to her.

Zelda didn’t believe it, but after marrying into the Lowell family, she was tightly controlled under the family rules. She had no chance or ability to investigate whether Elle’s claim was true or not.

Thinking about the past in her previous life, Zelda both hated Elle and Burton. If she had been a bit stronger, she wouldn’t have died together with her daughter.

“I’m not sure. When Miss Elle entered, her face didn’t look good, and we didn’t dare to ask.”

The servant answered. Although Zelda was the true heiress of the Roscente, the servants were more afraid of Elle. Despite Miss Elle’s seemingly easy-going appearance, she was the most difficult to deal with.

Zelda didn’t press further.

Lucy silently followed behind Zelda, her gaze flickering.

Elle was sitting on the sofa. When she saw Zelda coming in, her eyes coldly swept over her.

Zelda walked over nonchalantly, sitting on the sofa, and asked, “Why are you back?”

“Zelda.”

Elle took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing her anger. Her gaze toward Zelda, while not as icy as before, still carried a sharp edge.

“You went to The Beauty to buy dresses?”

Taking the bags from the servant, Zelda looked at Elle and asked, “What’s wrong with buying dresses at The Beauty?”

“Did you meet Charles?”

Elle seemed to ignore Zelda’s words, absorbed in her own questions.

“I arrived at The Beauty first. Charles appeared suddenly. How can you say I deliberately approached him?”

“Zelda!”

Elle took another deep breath, her eyes showing less coldness but more intensity.

“You’ve offended Charles multiple times. Do you want the entire Roscente to be at odds with him because of you? Can’t you see Charles dislikes you? Don’t you know how to stay away? Even if you just returned from the countryside, you should understand the seriousness of the situation. Are you an idiot?”

“Elle!”

Zelda became angry at being provoked. She threw the bags forcefully towards Elle, but the throw lacked force.

“What right do you have to lecture me? My relationship with Charles is my business. If you’re afraid of being implicated by me, you can leave!”

Elle didn’t expect Zelda to throw things at her. Although the throw didn’t hurt, she was furious. She stood up abruptly, pointing at Zelda and scolding, “Zelda, I’m your sister. You’re disrespectful to me and even threw things at me. How dare you tell me to leave? Do you think being Dad and Mom’s biological daughter gives you the right to drive me away? Let me tell you, you’re not qualified!”

“Just because I had an encounter with Charles, you scolded me. Why should I be respectful to you? Should I fawn over you even after you scold me? Elle, what are you?”

Zelda was infuriated by this insane woman.

It was certain that she would drive Elle away, but not now. She wanted to take back everything Elle gained from the Roscente piece by piece. Only then would she triumphantly kick Elle out.

Zelda’s retort angered Elle even more. In the past, this so-called sister always tried to please her, show respect, because she knew that Elle had stood firm in the Roscente over the past twenty-five years, becoming the little princess.

Since Zelda returned, she stopped trying to please her, stopped showing respect.

She had kindly cooked porridge for Zelda herself, and Zelda not only refused to eat it but also cut the carefully nurtured flowers.

Seeing the untouched glass of milk on the coffee table, Elle picked it up, still emitting steam, and threw it towards Zelda.

Zelda dodged, but not completely. She got splashed with some milk.

Seeing the stain on her clothes, Zelda also got angry. She walked a few steps closer to Elle, raised her hand, and slapped her hard.

“Smack!”

The slap landed heavily on Elle’s face.

Elle felt a burning pain on her face and couldn’t believe that Zelda had slapped her.

Stunned, Lucy, who was standing at the door without entering, was also taken aback.

“Zelda, how dare you hit me!”

Elle screamed, attempting to slap Zelda back, but Zelda dodged. Elle, now even angrier, rushed towards Zelda, only to be kicked and sent falling onto the sofa.

Zelda stretched her leg that had kicked Elle, saying, “It’s been a while since I’ve moved. Seems like my kicking power has declined.”

Elle: …

This damned country bumpkin kicked her in the stomach. It hurt so much!

Zelda put her foot down, glancing at Elle with a smile that seemed both sarcastic and genuine.

“You should know that before I returned, I ran an art training center in the countryside. When the teachers were busy, this boss had to teach herself. I’ve learned taekwondo, kickboxing, and various other skills, not to mention the traditional arts. I wasn’t bad at it either.”