Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 37 What You Feel Towards Me Is Not Hate

Jean Eyer frowned as she looked at the closed door of the room. She mumbled to herself, “He won’t be so silly. He has no reason to do so, I am no one to him anymore.”

Ben Ludwig looked down and said in a dull tone, “Jean Eyer, if he’s really waiting for you outside, wanting to reunite with you…”

Smack. Jean Eyer threw a pillow which landed on Ben Ludwig’s back. “I think you’ve been watching too much television.” Jean Eyer shrugged it off before washing up and lying on the bed.

It flashed through her mind how Edgar Royden looked at her today. Something seemed different. But in the next moment, Jean Eyer pushed away those weird thoughts.

Edgar Royden was either being calculative with her or he couldn’t bear to see his ex-wife living well. Men and their d@mn possessiveness.

That was all that was happening. Ben Ludwig washed his hair, and when he came out from the shower, Jean Eyer was fast asleep, wrapped up in the comforter.

Even her soft snores could be heard in the room. Ben Ludwig laughed self-deprecatingly and dimmed the lights. “You really don’t see me as a man, huh.”

looked at Jean Eyer for quite some time before closing his eyes and going to sleep. It

woke up from her dream in shock. She had another dream about the day the Eyer Group went bankrupt, when Edgar Royden

She got off the bed with her bare feet and drank two big glasses of

being tormented by nightmares. She looked at Ben Ludwig, who was still sleeping soundly, before opening the door and

the breeze in the lobby and drink some coffee, but she

edge of the corridor, looking as if he was speaking to business partners on the phone. He was speaking in a foreign language while his gaze was fixed

reflected on the glass. He was in a sharp, neat suit which would make

like that in the past. She used to go crazy over

of the vending machine before pressing some buttons to

naturally and picked up a magazine to

she just treated him like

and he said into the phone, “Alright, after we meet tomorrow, I’ll speak with

hung up

back to his room but walked towards Jean