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

Susan had no intention of calling

at the

Edgar observed them stonily.

together. Even your maid doesn’t

as his eyes landed on

stared back

wondering

married, but everyone knows about our

He was already worn out from

he arrived home,

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

The show was over.

shook her head.

asked her kindly, “Ms. Eyer, do you

paused. “Never mind. I’m going

stay in his villa

went upstairs to take her clothes

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

voice was hoarse. It

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

that she felt weak in

cooking, she felt much better as her

reach the

was heard outside the room. “Edgar, where are

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

cushioned between her

frowned. “Let

until tomorrow,”

irritated. “Your wife is right outside the door.

forced his lips on hers before she

deeply, leaving no space

her energy. She

almost tearing his

had no intention

a muffled voice, “Bastard,” and forcefully bit his

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

“You!”