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

of calling Edgar, she

figure appeared at the

Edgar observed them stonily.

Even

face darkened as his eyes landed

back at

was wondering

but everyone knows about our relationship. Yet, you

frowned. He was already worn

he arrived home,

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

The show was over.

shook her

“Ms. Eyer, do you

mind. I’m going

didn’t want to stay in his villa

take

himself into the room.

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

don’t have anything to do with you. Why would

she felt weak in

having Susan’s cooking, she felt much

couldn’t reach the

voice was heard outside the

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

hand was cushioned between

“Let me

tomorrow,”

the door. You’re asking me to stay.

lips on hers before

locked her lips deeply, leaving no space for

only recovered her energy. She felt

struggled, almost

he had no intention of

spat in a muffled voice,

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

“You!”

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