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

wailed. When Susan had no intention of calling Edgar, she pulled out her

at the

Edgar observed them stonily.

finally back.” Gigi sniffled. “They were bullying me together. Even

face darkened as his eyes landed on

back at

was wondering the same

married, but everyone knows about our relationship. Yet, you let

fuss. He frowned. He was already worn out from

the moment he arrived home,

directly. He dragged his feet through the kitchen, and Gigi followed him up

The show was over.

her head.

asked her kindly, “Ms. Eyer, do you want to have some food

mind. I’m

to stay in his villa

upstairs to take her clothes

forced himself into the room. His broad frame

more rest. Stay until tomorrow.” His low voice was hoarse. It seemed

to

was true that she felt weak

having Susan’s cooking, she felt

reach the

heard outside the

and pushed her against the wall,

cushioned between her and

frowned. “Let

until tomorrow,”

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

his lips on hers before she could

deeply, leaving no space for

energy. She

almost tearing

no intention

muffled voice, “Bastard,” and forcefully bit his

of blood filled 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

“You!”