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 marriage

Susan had no intention of calling Edgar, she pulled

at the doorway to the dining

Edgar observed them stonily.

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

as his eyes landed

stared back

wondering the same

may not be married, but everyone knows about our relationship. Yet, you let

fuss. He frowned. He was already worn out from

home, Gigi was there complaining. It

directly. He dragged his feet through the

The show was over.

shook her head. How

her kindly, “Ms. Eyer, do you want

mind.

want to stay in his

went upstairs to take her clothes and

closed, Edgar forced himself into the room. His

tomorrow.” His low voice was hoarse. It seemed that

have anything to do with you. Why would I stay

she felt

cooking, she felt

reach the

voice was heard outside the room.

her wrist and pushed her against the wall, but

hand was cushioned between her

frowned. “Let me

tomorrow,” he

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

hers

deeply, leaving no space for

only recovered her energy. She felt

almost

had no intention of letting

a muffled voice,

held her tightly in his embrace. “If you leave now, I’ll let everyone in Yorktown know that

“You!”