Edgar and His Destined Wife novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151 Why Was She Allowed There

She hadn’t stayed at Edgar’s villa, although she was his wife. Why was Jean allowed there?

From the way Jean acted and dressed, it was obvious that she had been there for a while. They might have even slept on the same bed.

“Seducing my man when I’m pregnant. I’ll kill you today.”

However, Gigi had missed an essential point in her fury.

Jean wouldn’t be living there if Edgar hadn’t given his permission.

A strict man like him wouldn’t let Jean live in the villa on her own. Even the maid that was sent to her wasn’t a random person.

Before Gigi could reach Jean, she was blocked by Susan with a bowl of soup from the kitchen.

Splash!

The soup spilled all over Gigi.

“Aargh!”

She cried out, fuming. “What are you doing? Do you know how much this dress costs? And if you burn my baby, you’ll…”

An idea crossed her mind. She fell to the floor, clutching her stomach.

“Ouch, my stomach! My stomach hurts! Edgar, call Edgar now!”

Why couldn’t she live there when Jean could?

Helplessly, Susan watched her squirm on the floor and shook her head. “Ms. Reece, the soup was lukewarm. It wouldn’t have burned you.”

Gigi paled but refused to budge. “Is it really lukewarm? I think it was burning hot! I don’t feel well. My stomach is aching. Call Edgar immediately!”

“This…” Susan hesitated. “Ms. Reece, why don’t you get up first? You’re putting me in a difficult position since Mr. Royden hasn’t given his permission.”

Gigi stayed sitting on the floor, bawling her eyes out.

The way she acted was no different from a spoiled child.

Jean munched on the fruits while deep in thought. What is it that Edgar likes about her? Does he like how she flaunts? Or is it her spoiled personality?

If so, it wasn’t a surprise that their marriage had ended.

Gigi wailed. When Susan had no intention of calling Edgar, she pulled out her phone impatiently.

A figure appeared at the doorway to the dining room.

Edgar observed them stonily.

“Edgar, you’re finally back.” Gigi sniffled. “They were bullying me together. Even your maid doesn’t take me seriously. And why is Jean here?”

His face darkened as his eyes landed on Jean.

Jean stared back at him.

She was wondering the same thing.

“We may not be married, but everyone knows about our relationship. Yet, you let Jean…”

She made a fuss. He frowned. He was already worn out from work.

Yet the moment he arrived home, Gigi was there complaining. It was…

“I’ll explain it to you later.” He didn’t answer her directly. He dragged his feet through the kitchen, and Gigi followed him up the stairs.

The show was over.

Jean shook her head. How meaningless.

Susan asked her kindly, “Ms. Eyer, do you want to have some food now?”

Jean paused. “Never mind. I’m going back.”

She didn’t want to stay in his villa with this ambiguous relationship.

She went upstairs to take her clothes and shoes.

But as the door closed, Edgar forced himself into the room. His broad frame blocked the door.

“You need more rest. Stay until tomorrow.” His low voice was hoarse. It seemed that he didn’t get much rest.