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?

surprise that their

had no intention of calling

at the doorway to the

Edgar observed them stonily.

finally back.” Gigi sniffled. “They were bullying me together. Even your maid doesn’t take me seriously. And why is Jean

darkened as his eyes

back at

wondering the same

not be married, but everyone knows about our

a fuss. He frowned. He was already

he arrived home, Gigi

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

The show was over.

shook her head.

Eyer, do

paused. “Never mind. I’m going

didn’t want to stay in his

went upstairs to take

forced himself into the room. His broad frame blocked

rest. Stay until tomorrow.” His low voice was hoarse.

have anything to do with you. Why would

that she

cooking, she felt much better as her strength

couldn’t reach the

outside the room.

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

cushioned between her

“Let me

until tomorrow,” he

was irritated. “Your wife is right outside the door. You’re asking

hers

lips deeply,

only recovered her energy. She felt dizzy and lost strength in her

struggled, almost tearing his

no intention

in a muffled voice, “Bastard,”

his mouth. Yet he held her tightly in his embrace. “If you leave now,

“You!”