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.”

at Jean Eyer for quite

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

bare feet and drank two big glasses of water before feeling slightly better. She looked at the time again. It was

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

the lobby and drink some coffee, but she never expected to bump

the window edge of the corridor, looking as if he was speaking to business partners on the

of his face was reflected on the glass. He was

used to be like that in the past. She

stepped in front of the vending machine before pressing some buttons

then sat down naturally and picked up

for Edgar Royden, she

changed, and he said into the phone, “Alright, after we meet

hung up after

didn’t go back to his room but

“You…”

say a word, Jean Eyer tossed the empty container onto the desk. “You can rest assured, Mr. Royden, I didn’t hear a word you said.