His Coy Lover

Charles would surely mock her for this!

“Vinson, can I hire a nanny to take care of you with money? I, I have to go to work. It’s hard for me to take care of you every day.”

Zelda found a reason.

Vinson said lightly, “Zelda works in your family’s company. Take a month off. I’m sure Mr. Mu would agree, right?”

“Vinson, can we talk alone?”

Before her father could respond, Zelda asked Vinson.

This man pursued her because of the baby.

But the baby was a thing of the past, and besides, she… died.

Thinking of her daughter’s tragic death tore her apart. She hated her own incompetence in the past and blamed Vinson.

Why didn’t he remember her and the baby from the past life?

In this life, she hadn’t fallen into that pit, and she hadn’t had any relationship with Vinson. Why was he still pestering her?

Vinson looked at Zelda quietly, and after a moment of eye contact, he nodded.

“Zelda, take me outside for a walk. It’s my first time at your Roscente. I want to explore a bit,” Vinson requested, wanting to go outside for a stroll.

Zelda walked behind him, and the Rovella bodyguard stepped aside, allowing her to push Vinson outside.

Peck and his wife exchanged worried glances as they watched them go.

The Roscente’s villa wasn’t as large as the Winston’s or the Rovella’s, but Zelda pushed Vinson to the backyard, which was quiet and suitable for private conversations.

Stopping under a large tree, Zelda turned to face Vinson calmly. “Vinson, please state your purpose.”

Vinson looked up, handsome as he was, but Zelda, accustomed to Charles’s beauty, had developed immunity to handsome men. Still, she silently cursed how such a good-looking man made life difficult for women.

“Zelda, you injured me, and I expect you to take responsibility. That’s only fair. Your question makes me feel like you don’t want to take responsibility,” Vinson replied.

“I can hire someone to take care of you.”

“One person should handle one’s own actions. Since you injured me, I expect you to take care of me. I wouldn’t agree to anyone else.”

“Vinson, we agreed to keep our distance from each other,” Zelda pointed out.

“I have never deliberately approached you,” Vinson replied calmly.

Zelda was at a loss for words.

After a while, she said, “I am not convenient to take care of you. Find another way for me to take responsibility.”

Vinson chuckled. “Zelda, you seem to lack understanding, much to my concern.”

Zelda felt frustrated. This man was even more difficult to deal with than Charles.

“Are you afraid Charles won’t agree?” Vinson asked.

“It’s irrelevant to Charles. Don’t bring Charles into this,” Zelda denied, knowing Vinson and Charles were archenemies.

“Zelda seems to be protecting Charles. From what I see, Charles seems to be protecting Zelda quite well. I seem to have missed something interesting,” Vinson remarked.

Zelda tried to stay calm and not fall into Vinson’s traps. “Vinson, I’m just someone seeking redemption. I wouldn’t dare to ask Charles for protection.”

Vinson chuckled twice, then looked up at the tree. “This tree grows so well, lush and verdant.”

Zelda didn’t respond.

“I have checked repeatedly and consulted experts in this field. They all say I won’t have any aftereffects after the surgery, let alone temporary amnesia. Yet, I keep having the same dream, dreaming of you, dreaming of you pregnant… It’s not normal.”

“Since Vinson has repeatedly checked and consulted experts who confirmed there’s no possibility of temporary amnesia after the surgery, then it’s just a dream. Dreams end when you wake up, and nothing has happened,” Zelda replied calmly.

“Not normal, not normal. I just want to know if it’s a dream or reality. If it’s a dream, why do I keep having the same dream? What is it implying?” Vinson muttered.

Zelda remained silent.

She hadn’t even told Charles about her rebirth, let alone say it in front of Vinson.

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“Zelda, push me back in,” Vinson said, snapping out of his confusion and adopting a cold demeanor again.

Zelda complied and pushed him back inside.

The people inside were waiting for them. Peck and his wife looked at Zelda, wondering if she had agreed to Vinson’s request.

“Vinson,” Peck called out with a smile.

Vinson nodded and said to Peck, “Peck, the Rovella intends to cooperate with the Roscente. How do you feel about it?”

He glanced at Zelda when he asked Peck, and Peck understood his meaning instantly.

“Cooperating with the Rovella would be an honor for us at the Roscente. Vinson, I’ll personally come over tomorrow to discuss the details of our cooperation,” Peck replied.

Vinson nodded again, then turned to his bodyguard and said, “Let’s go.”