Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 151 Why Was She Allowed There

She hadn’t stayed at Edgar’s villa, although she was his wife. Why was Jean allowed there?

From the way Jean acted and dressed, it was obvious that she had been there for a while. They might have even

slept on the same bed.

“Seducing my man when I’m pregnant. I’ll kill you today.”

However, Gigi had missed an essential point in her fury.

Jean wouldn’t be living there if Edgar hadn’t given his permission.

A strict man like him wouldn’t let Jean live in the villa on her own. Even the maid that was sent to her wasn’t a

random person.

Before Gigi could reach Jean, she was blocked by Susan with a bowl of soup from the kitchen.

Splash!

The soup spilled all over Gigi.

“Aargh!”

She cried out, fuming. “What are you doing? Do you know how much this dress costs? And if you burn my baby,

you’ll…”

An idea crossed her mind. She fell to the floor, clutching her stomach.

“Ouch, my stomach! My stomach hurts! Edgar, call Edgar now!”

Why couldn’t she live there when Jean could?

Helplessly, Susan watched her squirm on the floor and shook her head. “Ms. Reece, the soup was lukewarm. It

wouldn’t have burned you.”

Gigi paled but refused to budge. “Is it really lukewarm? I think it was burning hot! I don’t feel well. My stomach is

aching. Call Edgar immediately!”

“This…” Susan hesitated. “Ms. Reece, why don’t you get up first? You’re putting me in a difficult position since Mr.

Royden hasn’t given his permission.”

Gigi stayed sitting on the floor, bawling her eyes out.

The way she acted was no different from a spoiled child.

Jean munched on the fruits while deep in thought. What is it that Edgar likes about her? Does he like how she

flaunts? Or is it her spoiled personality?

If so, it wasn’t a surprise that their marriage had ended.

Gigi wailed. When Susan had no intention of calling Edgar, she pulled out her phone impatiently.

A figure appeared at the doorway to the dining room.

Edgar observed them stonily.

“Edgar, you’re finally back.” Gigi sniffled. “They were bullying me together. Even your maid doesn’t take me

seriously. And why is Jean here?”

His face darkened as his eyes landed on Jean.

Jean stared back at him.

She was wondering the same thing.

“We may not be married, but everyone knows about our relationship. Yet, you let Jean…”

She made a fuss. He frowned. He was already worn out from work.

Yet the moment he arrived home, Gigi was there complaining. It was…

“I’ll explain it to you later.” He didn’t answer her directly. He dragged his feet through the kitchen, and Gigi followed

him up the stairs.

The show was over.

Jean shook her head. How meaningless.

Susan asked her kindly, “Ms. Eyer, do you want to have some food now?”

Jean paused. “Never mind. I’m going back.”

She didn’t want to stay in his villa with this ambiguous relationship.

She went upstairs to take her clothes and shoes.

But as the door closed, Edgar forced himself into the room. His broad frame blocked the door.

“You need more rest. Stay until tomorrow.” His low voice was hoarse. It seemed that he didn’t get much rest.

Jean furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t have anything to do with you. Why would I stay here?”

It was true that she felt weak in the morning.

But after having Susan’s cooking, she felt much better as her strength recovered.

She couldn’t reach the doorknob.

Gigi’s voice was heard outside the room. “Edgar, where are you?”

Jean struggled. He grasped her wrist and pushed her against the wall, but it wasn’t as cold as she thought it would

be.

Edgar’s hand was cushioned between her and the wall.

She frowned. “Let me go!”

“Stay until tomorrow,” he insisted.

Jean was irritated. “Your wife is right outside the door. You’re asking me to stay. This is…”

He forced his lips on hers before she could finish her words.

He locked her lips deeply, leaving no space for escape.

Jean’s body had only recovered her energy. She felt dizzy and lost strength in her legs.

She struggled, almost tearing his shirt.

But he had no intention of letting go.

She spat in a muffled voice, “Bastard,” and forcefully bit his lip.

He pulled his lips away as the taste of blood filled his mouth. Yet he held her tightly in his embrace. “If you leave

now, I’ll let everyone in Yorktown know that you slept in my bed last night.”

“You!”

“I’ll do as I say. If you leave, I’ll even tell Ben that you’re bad at kissing.”

Jean realized how unreasonable he could be.

She gritted her teeth. “There’s something wrong with your head, Royden.”

She kicked his shin forcefully.

He faltered at the pain. Aggressively, she wiped her mouth and opened the door, stomping down the stairs while

Gigi stared in shock. “Susan, I’ll eat!”

She might as well eat if she was staying.

Back in the room, the man’s frown softened. A half-smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The lengths he went to just to get a woman to stay.

“Edgar, the two of you…”

Gigi knew at once what had happened when she saw his lips.

She held back her tears in anger. “Do you think nothing of me?”

Jean could faintly hear them argue upstairs.

She chewed on her food and had an epiphany. Perhaps Edgar was using her to get revenge on Gigi. He might have

known that Gigi had a lover.

He was using her as a shield.

She was irked and had another serving of food.

When she finished her meal, the fight had stopped.

She picked up her phone and noticed the missed calls from Ben.

She headed up to the bedroom to call him.

But before she could, Gigi threw the door open. “Jean, come out. I want to sleep in this room. You can sleep in the

living room.”

Jean raised an eyebrow. She didn’t want to stay there in the first place.

Now Gigi was looking for trouble with her? She refused to give in.

Jean opened the door and stated, “I’m not changing.”

“This is my husband’s house. I’m being gracious for not chasing you out. Don’t cross the line.”

Jean smiled smugly. “Oh now, really?”