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?

a surprise that their

no intention of

the doorway

Edgar observed them stonily.

Gigi sniffled. “They were bullying me together. Even your maid doesn’t take me seriously. And why

as his eyes

stared back at

was wondering

everyone knows about

made a fuss. He frowned. He was already worn

the moment he arrived home,

you later.” He didn’t answer her directly. He dragged

The show was over.

her head.

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

“Never mind. I’m going

to stay in his villa with this ambiguous

upstairs to take her clothes

Edgar forced himself into

His low voice was hoarse.

to do with you. Why would I stay

that she felt weak in the

cooking, she felt much better

couldn’t reach

heard outside the room. “Edgar, where

her against the wall, but it wasn’t as cold as

cushioned between her and

frowned. “Let me

tomorrow,”

is right outside the door. You’re asking me

forced his lips on hers before she could

deeply, leaving

body had only recovered her energy. She

struggled, almost tearing

had no intention of letting

spat in a muffled voice,

of blood filled his mouth. Yet he held her tightly in his embrace. “If

“You!”