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

no intention of calling Edgar,

figure appeared at the doorway to the dining

Edgar observed them stonily.

me together. Even your

darkened as his eyes

stared back

wondering

be married, but everyone knows about our relationship.

He frowned. He was

home,

you later.” He didn’t answer her directly. He dragged his feet through the kitchen, and Gigi followed him up the

The show was over.

shook her head.

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

mind.

didn’t want to stay in his villa with this

take her

himself into the room. His broad frame blocked

His low voice

don’t have anything to do with

that she

she felt

reach the

the room.

against the wall, but it wasn’t as cold as she thought

was cushioned between her and the

frowned. “Let

until tomorrow,”

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

hers before she could

locked her lips deeply, leaving no space

recovered her energy. She felt dizzy and

almost tearing

he had no

a muffled voice, “Bastard,” and forcefully

his lips away as the taste of blood filled his mouth. Yet he held her tightly in his

“You!”

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