Edgar and His Destined Wife novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 The Heatless Woman

Edgar could send Gigi straight into prison if he were to pursue the matter. The Reece family could appoint any number of lawyers, but an attempted murder charge would be difficult to escape from.

Edgar shut his eyes slowly. “Keep this as a secret for now.” Jean opened her eyes as she lay on the hospital bed. She had an oxygen mask on but could hear clearly. Edgar Royden, are you protecting Gigi now?

Haven’t you hated things like this all this time?

Yet you let things go just because it’s her?

What about Ben?

He’s just an innocent victim. But now…

Tears flowed down her face. She grasped the bedsheets in her hands. That afternoon, Jean’s body had recovered. She polished off three bowls of congee and several buns in bed. Edgar watched her. “Are you not stuffed?”

He handed some tissue paper over, but she ignored him. He gave her a chilly look. “I carried you down here and paid for this room. How can you be this heartless, Jean?”

He stayed in the hospital for a few days. Although he wasn’t there for Ben, he carried out all his duties. Why is she making that unpleasant face now?

Jean laughed out of nowhere. Yet her eyes weren’t smiling. “Then I have to thank Mr. Royden for not letting me die in the corridors.”

“Why are you saying such horrible things!” He snatched her wrist.

When his eyes met hers, his heart thumped as if it had been struck.

Her usually fearless eyes were hollow.

She seemed to have gone through life and death. When Ben was unconscious about the possibility of the amputation, she still had thoughts and acted like a person.

But now, it was like the life was sucked out of her body.

Edgar held her wrist tighter but couldn’t seem to hold on to her.

“Do you really like him that much?” He asked in a low voice.

His emotions got a hold of him as his grip tightened even more. Jean gritted her teeth, enduring the pain. “Yes, to the point of dying for him.”

She couldn’t remember how Edgar had left.

All she remembered was the throbbing pain in every single joint after being thrown to the floor.

Before he slammed the door behind him, Edgar said, “Ben will never accept you even when he’s healed.”

Jean’s fingers scraped the floor. She shut her eyes slowly.

She didn’t actually like Ben. She just couldn’t forget his actions in saving her.

It was three hours later when she met Ben again.

The Ludwig family stared daggers at Jean as she entered the room.

Ben was resting in his bed. He lifted his hand toward her. “Are you alright?”

She smiled ruefully as tears spilled from her eyes once again.

He’s still worried about me when he’s in such a condition.

“Let’s leave them alone to talk.” Farra stood up absentmindedly. It was the first time she hadn’t chastised Jean.

She stumbled to the door. When she turned back and saw her son staring straight at Jean, she let out a helpless sigh.

The door shut behind her.

The sharp smell of disinfectant filled the room.

Ben’s face was ashen white. He felt that all his bones were throbbing with pain as the anesthesia had just worn off. But he smiled gently, knowing that Jean was safe and sound.