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?

surprise that

When Susan had no intention of calling Edgar, she pulled out her

at the

Edgar observed them stonily.

me together. Even your maid doesn’t take me seriously. And why is Jean

as his eyes

stared back at

was wondering

may not be married, but everyone knows

frowned. He was already

he arrived home, Gigi was there complaining. It

you later.” He didn’t answer her directly. He dragged

The show was over.

her head.

kindly, “Ms. Eyer, do you

paused. “Never mind. I’m going

want to stay in his villa with this ambiguous

went upstairs to take her clothes and

into the room.

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

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

she

cooking, she felt much better as her

reach the

was heard outside the

wrist and pushed her against the wall, but it wasn’t

cushioned between her and

frowned. “Let me

until tomorrow,” he

the door. You’re asking

on hers before she could finish her

locked her lips deeply, leaving

had only recovered her energy. She

struggled, almost tearing

no intention

spat in a muffled voice, “Bastard,” and forcefully

filled his mouth. Yet he held her tightly in his embrace. “If

“You!”