Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 254 Charity

“No one!” Edgar laughed in spite of himself. “Since you said that, I won’t let you leave tonight.” “Edgar, you have no right to restrict my personal freedom.”

Edgar turned away and didn’t say anything. The air dropped. Jean noticed something unimaginable when the car arrived at the old Eyer Residence. “What are these people moving?”

There were dozens of workers moving furniture in. There were servants cleaning the window ledges, and they had cleared half the weeds in the yard.

Edgar didn’t answer her directly. He asked coldly, “You’ve been staying like this for the past few days?” Jean didn’t want to answer him. She pushed the car door open and walked into the house.

“Everyone, stop. I don’t need…”

Before she could finish, she was flustered by the furniture before her. The color of the curtains, the arrangement of the couches, and the carpets… everything was how the Eyer Residence used to be.

Jean stood there, as if she were in another lifetime.

After a long time, she wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes. She looked at Edgar while sneering. “There’s no point in doing all of this now. Even if you buy identical furniture, this is no longer the Eyer Residence of the past!”

“It’s not just identical.”

After he said that, Jean’s pupils shook as if there were an earthquake.

She ran to the other end of the couch and tore off the covers. Seeing the scratches on it, she was shocked.

These were from the Eyer Residence!

After the Eyer family collapsed, she was forced to repay her debts by selling her inheritance from her dad.

Her tears were like overturning seas and rivers. They surged and flowed violently.

Her hands trembled as she stroked the grain and lines of the furniture. She couldn’t move her feet forward.

“Also…” He walked to Jean and extended his hand. “Come with me.”

Jean wiped her tears away with force. She gritted her teeth as she stood up. “I don’t need it. Please move all of it away.”

She didn’t need his charity, nor did she need this kind of apology.

She wanted to hate him.

Only this way could she forget the horrible marriage and the feelings she shouldn’t be having.

But he kept making up for it and questioning her. She really didn’t know how she should face him.

looked down at

he said, “Brigid

Brigid?

up with eyes full

ran upstairs hurriedly. When she pushed the door open, she saw

Brigid was filled with

no longer the Mrs. Royden of the past. Now, she was

was in trouble, Jean couldn’t even keep her house. She had to give everything to Edgar. Her servants left one

for more than ten years and had been

prison,

me and told me that I must come back. Ms. Eyer, it’s great that I can serve you again.” Brigid wiped her tears away hurriedly. “Look at me. Everything is getting

Jean’s hand slowly tightened.

can continue. I have something to take

definitely clean everything

one step at a time. She walked to the man who was standing in

time in the Eyer Residence. Jean looked at him from afar. She could

of

in the world

back facing her. Hearing her voice, he turned. His gaze was dark and boundlessly deep. “I’m trying to make it up

to restore the Eyer Residence to how it was

matter how difficult it was, he wanted to do

life. I’ll write off everything that has happened

Edgar suddenly frowned.

“Jean, that’s impossible.”

the things in the house. “My dad is

this isn’t making it up to me. You’re hurting me again! When I see it, I don’t feel happy. Instead, I feel like I’m just a pawn in your hands from the start until the finish. When you’re happy, you can return the Eyer Residence to me. When you’re

you’re the bane of my existence. I

look at him any longer.

entrance, she

“Let her go.”

man’s cold voice came

let

“You see, the old Eyer Residence

what grounds could he control her

had suppressed in her heart with difficulty engulfed her

down the road. She didn’t know that there was a figure not far behind her that was following her. She got into Jensen’s car when she reached

cell phone rang, and

was astonished. “Have you decided to tell Jean what happened back then? I’ve said it before. Tell

“It’s impossible.”