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?

so, it wasn’t a surprise that their

no intention of calling

at the

Edgar observed them stonily.

back.” Gigi sniffled. “They were bullying me together. Even your maid doesn’t take

face darkened as his

stared back

wondering the same

may not be married, but everyone knows about our relationship. Yet,

He frowned. He was already worn out

the moment he arrived home,

her directly. He dragged his feet through

The show was over.

her head.

Eyer, do

mind. I’m going

didn’t want to stay in his villa with this

take her

forced himself into the room. His broad frame blocked

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

eyebrows. “I don’t have anything to do with you.

she

cooking, she felt much better

reach

voice was heard outside the room.

against the wall, but it wasn’t

hand was cushioned between her and

frowned. “Let me

tomorrow,”

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

his lips on hers before she

deeply, leaving no space

recovered her energy. She felt

struggled, almost tearing

he had no intention of letting

in a muffled voice, “Bastard,” and forcefully bit

held her tightly in his embrace. “If you leave now, I’ll let everyone in Yorktown know that you slept in my bed last

“You!”