His Coy Lover

After grabbing some food, Zelda couldn’t remember which glass of wine was hers anymore.

Thinking that Cindy hadn’t drunk her glass before leaving, she casually picked up one and leaned back in her chair, enjoying the lively atmosphere while leisurely sipping her wine.

Occasionally, she would sneak glances at her husband.

Every time their eyes met across the room, Zelda would pretend to look elsewhere as quickly as possible.

On such occasions, Zelda didn’t want to be seen with Charles to avoid unnecessary conflicts with his admirers.

This man was also formidable. Even though he couldn’t function like a man anymore, the women who used to admire him couldn’t forget him.

After drinking half a glass of wine, Zelda looked towards Charles again, only to find that he wasn’t in his original position anymore. She quickly looked around but couldn’t spot him or his bodyguards. Only Nina and Yemmy were surrounded by everyone.

Although it was Yemmy’s birthday, Nina was just as popular as her. Luckily, the Winston was stronger than the Granger family; otherwise, after tonight, Nina would have a lot of trouble.

Zelda smirked. In this life, she wouldn’t follow Elle to Yemmy’s side. As long as Yemmy didn’t cause trouble for her like in her past life, she could relax tonight.

Zelda didn’t want trouble, but trouble always found her.

She hadn’t been watching the commotion for long when she saw Yemmy walking towards her, surrounded by several friends.

Watching Yemmy approach step by step, memories from her past life automatically surfaced in Zelda’s mind. Tonight in her previous life, Elle had reminded her to toast Yemmy, but when she did, Yemmy deliberately spilled some wine when clinking glasses, staining her evening gown. Because she was wearing a white dress, the red wine stains were especially noticeable.

Yemmy had looked panicked at the time and rushed to help clean up, but seized the opportunity to splash the remaining wine in her glass all over Zelda, turning her into a laughingstock at the party. She was furious but couldn’t explode in anger under Yemmy’s embarrassed apology.

Would history repeat itself this time with Yemmy?

“Zelda, why are you hiding here alone?”

It was Elle who spoke.

She walked over to Zelda first and whispered, “Yemmy is coming. Say a few words of blessing to her. It’ll make it easier for you to move around in our circle in the future.”

Zelda nodded.

When Yemmy was surrounded by stars and approached, Zelda put down her plate, wiped her mouth elegantly with a napkin, picked up her glass of wine, stood up, smiled at Yemmy, and raised her glass, saying, “Yemmy, I wish you eternal youth.”

Yemmy arrogantly glanced at Zelda.

Maintaining her smile, Zelda calmly met Yemmy’s gaze.

“Yemmy, Zelda wishes you well.”

Seeing that her brother’s friend was being looked down upon by Yemmy, Nina smiled and reminded Yemmy politely that she should respond. It was only polite.

Yemmy smiled and said, “Thank you for your blessings, Zelda. Come, let’s have a drink.”

With that, she raised her glass.

Here it comes.

Zelda coldly chuckled to herself. What should come would come, and her rebirth wouldn’t change that.

Zelda pretended to be pleasantly surprised and raised her glass to Yemmy. “Yemmy, cheers. Happy birthday, and may you forever be eighteen.”

The two clinked glasses.

Zelda stared at Yemmy intently. When Yemmy deliberately shook the glass during the toast, as she did in her past life, trying to splash Zelda’s evening gown with wine, Zelda quickly moved aside, avoiding the splashing wine.

Anger flashed in Yemmy’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by embarrassment. “Zelda, I’m sorry. Thankfully, it didn’t stain your dress.”

“It’s alright.”

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She didn’t want to argue with this spoiled young lady.

Yemmy smiled apologetically. “Zelda, please enjoy yourself. I’ll go greet other guests.”

With that, she turned around.

Zelda kept a close eye on her, not letting her guard down.

Sure enough, as Yemmy turned around, she pretended to stumble and spill the remaining wine in her glass toward where Zelda was standing.

Zelda hastily stepped back, barely avoiding the splashing wine.

But as she stepped back, she accidentally bumped into someone and even stepped on that person’s foot.

“Yemmy.”

Elle reached out to support Yemmy, preventing her from kissing the floor, but it was just for show.

Zelda dared to say that even without Elle’s support, Yemmy wouldn’t have fallen.

How could she embarrass herself at her own birthday party?

“I’m fine, Zelda. Are you okay?”

Yemmy still looked embarrassed.

Before Zelda could respond, Yemmy, upon seeing Vinson behind Zelda, called out in surprise, “Vinson.”

Vinson?

Zelda turned around and met Vinson’s beautiful and affectionate eyes.

They say men with peach blossom eyes are flirtatious and fickle, but Vinson was an exception. He still didn’t have a formal girlfriend to this day, only a few rumors that quickly got cleared up. He had some flings with a few female stars under the Rovella’s entertainment company, but it didn’t last long.