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?

it wasn’t a surprise that their marriage had

had no intention of calling

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

darkened as his

back at

wondering the

not be married, but everyone knows about

a fuss. He frowned. He was

the moment he arrived home,

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

The show was over.

her head.

Eyer, do you want to have some food

mind. I’m going

in his villa with

upstairs to take her clothes

Edgar forced himself into

voice was hoarse. It seemed

have anything to do with

that she felt weak

having Susan’s cooking, she felt

reach the

was heard outside the room.

grasped her wrist and pushed her against the wall, but it

between her and the

frowned. “Let

tomorrow,” he

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

forced his lips on hers

lips deeply,

her energy. She felt dizzy and lost strength in her

struggled, almost tearing his

he had no intention of

muffled voice, “Bastard,” and forcefully bit his

away as the taste of blood filled his mouth. Yet he held her tightly in his embrace. “If you leave now, I’ll

“You!”