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

no intention of calling Edgar, she

at the doorway to the dining

Edgar observed them stonily.

sniffled. “They were bullying me together. Even your

darkened as his

stared back at

wondering

but everyone knows about our relationship. Yet,

He frowned. He

arrived home, Gigi was there complaining. It

answer her directly. He dragged his feet through the kitchen, and Gigi followed

The show was over.

her head. How

asked her kindly, “Ms. Eyer, do you

paused. “Never mind. I’m going

in his villa with this ambiguous

take her clothes

himself into the room. His broad frame

His low voice was hoarse. It seemed that he didn’t get much

her eyebrows. “I don’t have anything to do with you.

was true that she felt weak in

cooking, she felt much better

couldn’t reach

was heard outside the room. “Edgar,

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

was cushioned between

frowned. “Let me

tomorrow,”

irritated. “Your wife is right outside the door. You’re asking me to stay. This

hers

deeply, leaving no space

had only recovered her energy. She felt dizzy

struggled, almost tearing

had no intention of letting

a muffled voice, “Bastard,” and forcefully

his mouth. Yet he held her tightly in his embrace. “If you leave now, I’ll let everyone in Yorktown know that you slept in my bed last

“You!”