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?

wasn’t a surprise that their marriage had

wailed. When Susan had no intention of calling Edgar, she pulled

at the doorway to the dining

Edgar observed them stonily.

bullying me together. Even your

his

stared back

was wondering the same

knows about our relationship. Yet, you let

He was

arrived home, Gigi was

He dragged his feet through the

The show was over.

her

Eyer, do you

paused. “Never mind.

in his villa with this ambiguous

to take

himself into the room. His broad frame

tomorrow.” His low voice was hoarse. It seemed that he

her eyebrows. “I don’t have anything to do with you. Why would

true that she felt weak

cooking, she felt much better as

couldn’t reach

the room. “Edgar,

wrist and pushed her against the wall, but it wasn’t as cold as she thought it

was cushioned between her and the

frowned. “Let

tomorrow,”

right outside the door. You’re asking me

his lips on hers before she could

lips deeply, leaving no

She felt dizzy and lost strength in

almost

he had no

spat in a muffled voice, “Bastard,”

in his embrace. “If you leave now, I’ll let everyone in Yorktown know that you

“You!”