Edgar and His Destined Wife novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Inexplicable

Ben was stupefied. He just looked on as Edgar took Jean away. “What are you doing, Ben? Chase them!” Sonny grimaced and called out. Ben stared at Edgar’s receding figure. He was hesitant. “Sonny, was I given a blood transfusion on the day of my surgery?”

Sonny nodded, “Oh, yea. It was Jean…”

Ben didn’t need to know the details. He was able to connect the dots. He owed Jean a lot from this racing accident. After the surgery, he desperately looked for Jean, but his efforts were in vain.

He felt dejected until the hospital director told him Jean had passed out from losing too much blood from the blood transfusion. If Edgar hadn’t intercepted and taken her away in time, Jean would have languished.

He stood there and closed his eyes in woe. Edgar was right. He shouldn’t let Jean risk her life for him. Jean felt a stinging pain in her arm when she opened her eyes again. “What are you doing!”

She painstakingly pushed away the person who was drawing her blood. She looked up again and was not surprised to see a familiar face. “Why won’t you stop bothering me, Edgar Royden?!”

The man stood up, walked over to the nurse, and asked, “Is it enough?”

The nurse who drew her blood nodded, “Enough.” Then, the nurse left with Edgar’s permission. Jean glared at him defensively.

Edgar explained, “You passed out during the training, so I sent you here to run a test on your blood to find out the cause. It’s better to be safe than sorry, right?”

He was concerned about her health. He was also curious to find out the reason for her sudden vomiting.

Jean sneered, “How nice of you? How unbelievable the person who wanted me dead the most actually cares about me.”

Didn’t they hate each other? But why did he always look at her with his remorseful eyes?

His ambiguity sickened Jean.

She removed the quilt on her body but was stopped by the man.

“You better not leave my sight until the results come out.”

If the results came out as predicted…

Jean shove his hand away. “I’ve told you before, whatever happens to me has nothing to do with you.”

She would have been overjoyed if he had displayed the same care for her two years ago. But now, his concern made her sick in the stomach.

“Do you really hate me that much?” Edgar could feel her repugnance against him.

He put down his arms. “You still hate me for causing the bankruptcy of the Eyer group.”

His words took her back to the distressing past, and the pain reminded her to be level-headed. She raised her chin and stared back into his perusing eyes, “If it was you, can you see eye to eye with your worst enemy?”

He had once regarded her as his lifelong woe.

Now, she thought of him the same way.

The man clenched his fists. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He had no way to explain.

“Everything I do is to avenge my family. One day, I’ll trample you under my feet and send you down to hell. Go ahead and sabotage me with your despicable means. I won’t budge. Never.”

Jean clenched her jaw as she squeezed the words out of her teeth. She pushed Edgar away and walked past him.

She realized she was in the lounge of the Racing Association.

She rubbed her slightly sore neck and quickly fled the scene.

Edgar stood in the room and couldn’t help but sigh powerlessly.

She hated him. Still.

…

After Jean left, she received a call from Sonny, who advised her to take a day off and not rush the progress.

“I’m fine. I’ll get two more hours of sleep tomorrow; it won’t slow down the progress,” Jean said while waiting.

She had no idea how long she had lost consciousness, so she didn’t return to the crew.

Ben winked in a gray car across the road.