Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 287

Chapter 287 Who is Unworthy?

She wanted to let Edgar have a taste of a woman’s unreserved subservience and tenderness. Then, she would dump him when he got tired of Gigi’s ill temper.

This was her game. She got to dictate how she played it, and Edgar would never know how he got manipulated by her. To give an instance, the soup that she prepared for him was part of her device.

She knew Edgar would feel even more guilty if she showed him more kindness and compliance. “Why did Mr. Rocher look for you?” Edgar was taken aback, ” What did he say to you?”

“Nothing in particular. Just a casual chat.” Jean smiled lightly. She said while clearing the soup container, “It’s just that I had no idea they were back in the country. Let’s go and visit them together when you’re free.”

“… Sure.” Edgar said in his deep voice. He fixed his eyes on Jean, walked behind her carefully and then abruptly grabbed her arm.

He saw her scalded blisters when he turned her arm over. Jean instinctively retrieved her arm. “I… I was clumsy and careless.” She muttered with her head down.

Edgar knotted his brows in displeasure. He didn’t blame her but felt sorry for her. He couldn’t bear to see her delicate skin scalded and scarred.

“Don’t cook again. Leave the work to the servants.” He pulled Jean into his arms. She uttered with her eyes down, “But I want to cook for you. It’s okay, I can learn.”

How good would it be if they weren’t stuck in an irreconcilable adversary like this?

She would probably be Edgar’s wife and have many children with him. And she would do anything for him no matter what the cost. But he didn’t give her any chances to redeem herself.

“I’m not worthy of your sacrifice.” His words evoked pain in her.

She had also thought about the possibility for her forgiving him if he ever confided his faults to her.

But there was no afterthought.

She knew this man way too well. Edgar was too stubborn to admit his fault.

“What are you talking about, Edgar?” Jean looked into his eyes with a tender smile.

Had he decided to come clean with her?

She was a bit nervous. She was unsure if Edgar deserved a second chance from her.

Edgar didn’t say anything but stared back into her eyes. After a while, he lowered his eyes and held her hand, “You should go home first.”

Jean grew even more disheartened of Edgar. She was even resentful of him.

She retracted her gaze and gave him an agreeable hum.

She knew this man would never repent even at his last breath.

for her nor the Eyer

back to the villa,

thing if you’re

“It’s nothing.”

silencing his

window, “I feel like I’m

Thump!

a beat.

didn’t notice his micro expression. She leaned her head over and gently rested her head on his shoulder, “My father always told me that you’re a busy man and won’t always have time for me. He also asked me to be understanding of you, not to be too dependent on

tell him that he was wrong about you. I’ll tell

bled when

at his face to see if this man

he looked as if he was barely affected by her

kept on and said to her, “I will try

a smile on her face, Jean slowly retired from his arms. Her eyes were cold and

had been calling Edgar but to

got riled up and lashed out her frustration at the nurses and nannies. She made

nitpicking and demanding. As if those poor nurses and nannies were an outlet for her

“Just take a break, Gigi. Stop pining over him and think of your child in

what to do! All I know is that Edgar has

bitterly. Then, she saw a nurse look

nurse, “What are you looking at? I’ll dig out your

Gigi’s threat and

blind? Don’t break something that you can’t

to marry into the

was a disappointment and reversal compared to the altruistic

birth to a son and get back into

find out Edgar’s whereabouts but it

is the one who arranges Edgar’s work, if he becomes

was lost in cloud

Gigi was hopeless

Just as the nurse was about to open the door,

all the nurses out, “All of you get out now!” Contents

stared at Gigi. He walked over and pulled

are you

is my son. He cannot be named after Edgar Royden, I’m telling