Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 37

Chapter 37 What You Feel Towards Me Is Not Hate

Jean Eyer frowned as she looked at the closed door of the room. She mumbled to herself, “He won’t be so silly. He has no reason to do so, I am no one to him anymore.”

Ben Ludwig looked down and said in a dull tone, “Jean Eyer, if he’s really waiting for you outside, wanting to reunite with you…”

Smack. Jean Eyer threw a pillow which landed on Ben Ludwig’s back. “I think you’ve been watching too much television.” Jean Eyer shrugged it off before washing up and lying on the bed.

It flashed through her mind how Edgar Royden looked at her today. Something seemed different. But in the next moment, Jean Eyer pushed away those weird thoughts.

Edgar Royden was either being calculative with her or he couldn’t bear to see his ex-wife living well. Men and their d@mn possessiveness.

That was all that was happening. Ben Ludwig washed his hair, and when he came out from the shower, Jean Eyer was fast asleep, wrapped up in the comforter.

Even her soft snores could be heard in the room. Ben Ludwig laughed self-deprecatingly and dimmed the lights. “You really don’t see me as a man, huh.”

for quite some time before closing his eyes and going to sleep. It was

from her dream in shock. She had another dream about the day the Eyer Group went bankrupt, when Edgar Royden

She got off the bed with her bare feet and drank two big glasses of water before feeling slightly better. She looked at the time

Eyer didn’t feel sleepy at all. For the past year or so, she lived like that almost daily, being tormented by nightmares. She looked at Ben Ludwig, who was still sleeping soundly,

some coffee, but

to business partners on the phone. He was speaking in a foreign language while his gaze was fixed firmly and steadily at

on the glass. He was in a sharp, neat suit which would make any woman go

to be like that in the past. She used to

vending machine before pressing

naturally and picked up a

Royden, she

he said into the phone, “Alright, after we meet tomorrow, I’ll

hung up after

to his room but

“You…”

say a word, Jean Eyer tossed the empty container onto the desk. “You can rest assured,