Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 222 Dream

Sitting on the sofa, Jean reminisced about the moments in the conference room. Suddenly the answering machine set off. “Edgar, it’s me. My dad asked you to come here tonight and talk about our wedding. Can you make it?”

Gigi’s voice lingered in the room. Jean mindlessly clasped her fingers together and zoned out. Maybe Edgar really had the intention to use this project to improve their relationship with the Reece family. Perhaps her abrupt show-up at the meeting just now had ruined his plan again.

If only this had happened in the past, Jean would’ve been very glad. But the situation had changed, and Eyer Group and family really needed this project for redemption. Even if it meant that she had to kowtow with Edgar for him to spare her family and company. Even if she had to beg him. Why not?

She had no more self-love and self-esteem in front of him. Jean had made up her mind. Due to body and mind exhaustion these few days, she gradually dozed off in Edgar’s office.

In her sleep, she dreamily detected the smell of aromatic coffee blended with a scent of hypnotic pheromone. The fragrant concoction gave her a sense of security. She snuggled her bag and muttered. “Susan… I want to eat braised pork tonight…and…”

The man who had just come in from the conference room paused and looked at her. Miles came in next, “Mr. Royden, you have a dinner appointment with Mr. King at Twombley Bistro in the evening. It’s time for you to go.”

Edgar lifted his hand, “Cancel it.” Miles noticed Jean snoozing and immediately lowered his voice, “Okay, Mr. Royden. I’ll cancel it immediately.” “What’s Twombley Bistro’s signature dish?”

“Braised pork.” Jean slept like a baby. She could even smell braised pork in her dream. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and was unsure of where she was until she saw the man working at the table. He had a pair of bushy eyebrows which she liked.

He burrowed them lightly as if something was bothering him. Jean nagged at him as she thought it was a dream, “Edgar, frowning will make you age faster. You will look ugly.”

The man froze and looked up. She had just woken up and his jacket was still covering her body. She looked blur and innocent. From his angle, he could see the delicate skin under her collar. He swallowed saliva and his voice sounded cold and deep, “Are you awake?”

His voice startled and woke her up. Then she recalled that she was waiting for him in his office but later dozed off unknowingly. And he had laid his jacket on her!

She couldn’t think for a while. Then, she sprung up from the sofa and unwittingly exposed more of her skin under the collar.

Edgar closed the document with a snap and strutted to her. He said in a cold and intimidating tone, “Are you trying to seduce me with your looks so I would spare Eyer Group? Is this what you’re going to do if your plan fails?” “I’m not……”

Before she could finish speaking, he had wrapped his arms around her waist. Objects thumped on the ground as Edgar swept all the documents off his desk .and eagerly propped her up on it.

in his eyes in front of her.

lingering tender kiss, and it later transformed into a fiery passionate kiss. She liked it. His touches were gentle as they fired up

while she leaned her head backwards. Suddenly, she stopped him, “No, not like this.” “But this is just

terrified of him. He stared down at her and saw that she was gripping his shirt tightly and the

shook her head with her eyes closed, “No. Not even in a dream!”

more.” Jean shut her

of receding footsteps, Jean went back to sleep. When she woke up again, she tried to recall the dream. Her brows were knotted in confusion. Then, she looked up as Edgar

on the table then went back to his desk to work. In fact, Jean was famished. She smelled a familiar smell and called

remembered that Edgar didn’t like to eat braised pork. Why did

Jean glanced at the man at the

words and scrambled to take out the chopsticks and indulged in the dish. It must have been a

busy stuffing her face. Edgar turned off his computer and walked over, only to see that the

the food, sat down, and started

mouth, “About that,

mealtime.” The man instructed nonchalantly,

had no choice but to

ate very slowly, and she could only wait

the door, “Mr. Royden, the car is

leave for work soon, but then she recalled the voice message on

send you

belongings and stood up, “Gigi left you a voice message on the answering machine just

drew a breath of relief, “Sorry for showing up abruptly and interrupting your

left his

with the chopsticks still in

down the chopsticks and