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

intention of calling Edgar, she pulled out her phone

appeared at the doorway

Edgar observed them stonily.

me together. Even your maid doesn’t take me seriously.

darkened as his eyes landed on

stared back

was wondering the same

everyone knows about our

fuss. He frowned. He was already worn

arrived home, Gigi was there complaining.

her directly. He dragged his feet through

The show was over.

shook her head. How

her kindly, “Ms. Eyer, do you want to have some

“Never mind. I’m going

want to stay in

take her clothes and

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

Stay until tomorrow.” His low voice was hoarse. It seemed that he didn’t get

her eyebrows. “I don’t have anything to

true that she felt weak in the

cooking, she felt much better as

reach

heard outside the room.

wrist and pushed her against the wall, but

hand was cushioned between her and

“Let

until tomorrow,”

“Your wife is right outside the door. You’re asking me to stay. This

lips on hers

locked her lips deeply, leaving no

recovered her energy. She felt

struggled, almost

no intention

a muffled voice, “Bastard,” and

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

“You!”