Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 172 No One Will Die

All that she knew about him was after he had founded Royden Group, people said that he was commanding and prompt at work. Jean had tried asking around about him in the past. But no one could offer up information.

Even when Jean’s father agreed to the marriage between Edgar and her, he hadn’t said anything. She realized that Edgar was more mysterious than she had thought.

The lights shook. Jean lowered her eyes. She didn’t want anyone to see through her emotions, especially the man before her. They sat silently, each with their own thoughts.

The air was still. The storm had stopped some time ago. Yet the cemetery was more hair-raising than before. Jean shut her eyes tightly, hindering her line of sight from straying to the open space outside.

Her heartbeat quickened. She was afraid. “Hold this.”

Edgar’s cold voice broke the silence. Jean felt at ease at that moment. She raised her head and took the hot water bottle from him. “It’s hot.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. He pulled a blanket from the side and wrapped the bottle in it loosely. He handed it to her again. It was cool enough to touch.

He moved to the other side of the room, leaving enough space between them for Jean to feel safe. Jean closed her eyes slowly. The memories of her past came to mind. She remembered her father, her family and…

Drip.

Drip. Jean was jolted awake by the noise. When did she fall asleep?

The day was bright. She had fallen asleep under the blanket. Her legs were covered with the windbreaker Edgar had worn the night before.

She frowned and searched for the man subconsciously. The door opened.

“Ms. Eyer, I’m here to pick you up.” Susan covered her with the thick coat she had brought. “Yorktown’s mornings for this month will be rather chilly. I’ve cooked some soup. Let’s go home.” Home?

Jean’s eyes dulled. She didn’t have a home anymore. She pulled her hand away. “It’s alright. I can walk on my own.”

Susan watched as Jean stubbornly tried to open the door. She sighed and walked up to her. “Aren’t you going to the training ground today? You should take a good rest.”

Susan was unusually forward. Jean tried to refuse her numerous times, but Susan insisted on bringing her back to Edgar’s villa. “Take a bath. I’ll prepare breakfast, including the buns you love.” Susan shut the bedroom door behind her.

Jean hadn’t moved from her spot. She drew a deep breath. The room no longer had Edgar’s scent. Taking a look at the time, she went into the bathroom.

The wounds on her wrist were almost fully healed. She didn’t need to go to the hospital since Edgar had sent for his personal doctor. “The car’s ready. You can leave whenever you want.” Susan cleared the plates and served the fruits on the table.

was lowered, seemingly full of

to look at

…

the dirt on the training ground settled as

soaked from the starting point. The ground was slippery, which would

to do? This…” Sonny slapped his legs helplessly. “Even God is making fun of

and said slowly, “Let

stubborn Jean

in the restroom at the

his phone. “Everything’s done. She won’t survive if she gets

voice was low. When the other person replied, he hung up

He turned around.

few guards in black surrounded

“Zach Boyle?”

his mouth and pulled him out before he could finish

training ground since the

I’m

drove toward

Nathan and

She yawned impatiently. “Mr. Knox, why did you bring

him warmly, as

his eyes and replied coolly, “Edgar told me

Edgar hadn’t told him to, he wouldn’t

Edgar’s name. But she quickly realized that

“I need to go

in a

She handed her helmet to Ben and

doing?”

one will die.” She patted his hand and

door was

knock and

a smile appeared on her face. She shouted, “Jean’s car

door opened at