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?

it wasn’t a surprise that their marriage

no intention of calling Edgar, she pulled out her

at the doorway to

Edgar observed them stonily.

you’re finally back.” Gigi sniffled. “They were bullying me together. Even your

as his eyes landed

stared back at

wondering

knows about our relationship. Yet, you

a fuss. He frowned. He was already worn out

arrived home, Gigi was

didn’t answer her directly. He dragged his feet through

The show was over.

her head.

“Ms. Eyer, do you

paused. “Never mind.

want to stay in his villa with this

went upstairs to take her clothes

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

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

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

was true that she felt

having Susan’s cooking, she felt much better as her strength

reach the

outside the room. “Edgar,

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

was cushioned between her

frowned. “Let

until tomorrow,”

was irritated. “Your wife is right outside the door. You’re

lips on hers before she could

deeply, leaving no space for

She felt dizzy and lost strength in her

almost tearing his

no intention

a muffled voice, “Bastard,” and

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

“You!”