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?

a surprise

of calling Edgar,

figure appeared at the doorway to the dining

Edgar observed them stonily.

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

face darkened as his eyes landed

back at

wondering the same

knows about our relationship. Yet,

He frowned. He was already worn out from

he arrived home, Gigi was there

He didn’t answer her directly. He dragged his feet through the kitchen, and Gigi followed him up

The show was over.

her head. How

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

“Never mind. I’m

to stay in his villa with this

went upstairs to take her clothes

the door closed, Edgar forced himself into

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

have anything to do

she felt

cooking, she felt much better

couldn’t reach the

voice was heard outside the room. “Edgar, where

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

between her and

“Let me

until tomorrow,”

outside the door. You’re

on hers before she could finish her

lips deeply, leaving no space for

her energy. She felt dizzy and lost strength in her

almost tearing his

had no

muffled voice, “Bastard,” and forcefully bit his

Yet he held her tightly in his embrace. “If

“You!”