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

no intention of calling

figure appeared at the doorway to

Edgar observed them stonily.

bullying me together. Even

his

stared back at

wondering the

may not be married, but everyone knows about our relationship. Yet, you let

frowned. He was

he arrived home, Gigi was there complaining.

it to you later.” He didn’t answer her directly. He dragged his feet through the kitchen,

The show was over.

her head.

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

“Never mind. I’m

in his

to take

himself into

His low voice was hoarse. It seemed that

have anything to do with

she

she felt much better as her

reach

outside the room. “Edgar, where

struggled. He grasped her wrist and pushed her against the wall, but

cushioned between her

frowned. “Let

until tomorrow,”

right outside the door. You’re asking me

forced his lips on hers before she could finish

deeply, leaving

her energy. She felt dizzy and lost

almost

he had no intention of letting

muffled voice, “Bastard,”

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

“You!”