His Coy Lover

Due to a restless night caused by a dream, Charles woke up with a visibly unpleasant expression the next day.

“Charles.”

After being assisted into the car by his bodyguard, Zelda rushed out holding a small box.

She ran to Charles’s car, lightly tapping on the window. After waiting for two minutes, Charles finally lowered the window, his handsome face tense as he asked coldly, “What is it?”

Zelda handed him the small box.

Charles didn’t take it and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Charles, this is a gift I prepared for you. Didn’t you say that starting today, you want me to give you a gift every day?”

Zelda handed the small box to him. “Look at it when you get to the office. Please don’t throw it away. I made it myself. It may not be valuable, but it’s the thought that counts.”

Charles pursed his lips in silence. However, he didn’t throw the box out of the window. After closing the window, the car quickly started moving.

The Winston mansion was not far from The Winston Group, a half-hour drive away. The Winston Group office building was a towering sixty-eight-story structure, shining like a dazzling pearl in the River Town business district.

Those who could work for The Winston Group were elites among elites. Despite Charles’s cold and reserved demeanor, the company offered excellent benefits and ample opportunities for promotion.

Many people were eager to work at The Winston Group, and if they could gain Charles’s attention, their future prospects would be limitless.

The CEO’s office was located on the sixty-eighth floor, the top floor of the office building. Apart from Charles and his secretary team, there were no other executives working on this floor. For employees of The Winston Empire Group, the sixty-eighth floor was an unattainable height. Many had worked for The Winston Group for years without even catching a glimpse of Charles.

When Charles returned to his office, the assistant had already brewed his coffee to the perfect temperature. He placed Zelda’s gift on the desk before gracefully sipping the coffee.

After drinking half a cup, he put down the mug. Instead of immediately getting to work, Charles picked up the small box.

“Knock, knock.”

A knock on the door sounded.

“Come in.”

Charles responded in a low voice while unwrapping the box.

The office door opened, and a man of similar age to Charles entered, carrying a stack of documents. He placed the documents on Charles’s desk and sat down, saying, “These are crucial documents that require your personal attention.”

Charles ignored him, continuing to open the box.

Randy, as he was called, was surprised to see Charles accepting a gift. He knew Charles’s personality well.

Charles still didn’t say anything. Zelda was really mischievous. After opening a large box, there were several smaller ones inside.

Once he unwrapped all the boxes, Charles finally saw the gift Zelda had given him – two small mice, or more precisely, two cotton mice. They were small bags made to look like mice, filled with cotton, and finely crafted to resemble real mice.

“Who gave you this?” Randy, curious and finding it amusing, commented, “Brave enough to give something to Charles. Even if the craftsmanship is exquisite and they really look like mice, it’s not worth much.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Randy dared to say that on platforms like Pinduoduo, such small items would cost only a few yuan. Charles, with a net worth of tens of billions, receiving such a gift… it was amusing.

Charles still remained silent, pinching the two small mice. Surprisingly, they had small speakers inside, and when he pinched them, the mice made squeaking sounds.

Randy burst into laughter.

“Laugh again, and get out!” Charles warned.

Randy quickly covered his mouth. “Okay, okay, I won’t laugh. Charles, who gave you these two little things? The craftsmanship is excellent, and they really look real, but they can’t run.”

Randy reached out to take one of the small mice from Charles’s hand, only to have his hand swatted away.

“Charles?”

Randy looked at his boss, both surprised and amused. Charles was so possessive even with these two small mice, not allowing anyone to touch them. Who could have given these to Charles?

Randy could sense a hint of intrigue but couldn’t figure out who the person involved with Charles might be.

Leaning back in his chair, Charles held the two small mice, sipping his coffee elegantly. The squeaking sounds of the mice echoed in the office.

That woman actually gave him such little trinkets.

It was something Charles had never dreamed of.

Was it made by her hands?

According to the information, she used to run an art training center, showcasing both talent and dexterity.

In her words, the small gift she gave him wasn’t valuable, but it was made by her hands. Seeing the craftsmanship, it was indeed well done.

The restless night that affected Charles’s mood had unexpectedly turned into a good one.

Randy stared at him, certain that there was something going on.

There must be something!

Charles finished his coffee, placed the cup back on the desk, and suddenly noticed Randy’s intense gaze.

“What, haven’t you rolled out yet?” Charles asked.

Randy replied, “I’m a big person sitting here. Can’t you see?”

“Handle these documents for me, and then get out.”

Charles pursed his lips, placing the two small mice on the desk directly in front of him.

Was he planning to look at these two little mice whenever he felt tired?

He picked up a pen, took a document, glanced through it, asked Randy a few questions, and then signed the document.

“Inform Tommy to call me at eleven-thirty. I have something for him to do.”

Randy looked at the top of his head. “Your hair hasn’t grown back yet, and you’re looking for Tommy again?”

Tommy was a famous hairstylist in River Town.

Also Charles’s exclusive hairstylist.

“Randy, your tongue is a bit too long today. Do you want me to cut off a piece for you?” Charles threatened.

Randy quickly covered his mouth. “Thanks, but no need.”

“Then shut up. Whatever I ask you to do, just do it. Remember, in this company, I am your boss! You must obey me unconditionally!”

Randy straightened up.