Edgar and His Destined Wife novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269 At A Blockade

The most important thing was that Jean had never heard about this. She only knew about Winnie Campbell. Between Winnie and Yvonne, no one would choose the former!

Yvonne had brought her to a stylish French restaurant. She was even following the latest food trends. “Coffee?”

Jean was lost in her own thoughts. She nodded her head slowly. “Thank you. Just those first.” Yvonne passed the menu to the waiter, and then placed both hands on the table.

She faced Jean with a smile. “I never thought about running from those memories. But two years ago, I was a more soft-spoken person, I could not do anything to help.”

Yvonne’s sincerity melted the ice around Jean’s cold heart. “If what you said is true, then I’ve got to say that my father did not have an eye for women.” Jean joked.

The smile on Yvonne’s face fell. “Yeah, he did not.” After a moment of silence, the two broke out in laughter.

“I’ve been wanting to contact you for a while. But because of the situation, I did not have the courage to face you, and I was scared that you would think badly of me.” Yvonne said frankly.

“I toast to your future success.” She said and lifted her wine glass.

“…Thank you.” Jean had an indescribable feeling in her heart, but meeting Yvonne soothed her exhaustion from the past few days.

She inhaled the scent of the red wine and drank a few sips. She quickly became drunk.

Ten minutes later.

Yvonne hauled her into the backseat of her car.

“Phew, Missy, you’re heavier than you look.”

She closed the door but did not get into the car. She glanced around her and then dialed a number on her phone.

“She’s drunk. What should I do?”

“Understood.” Yvonne replied after hearing the response on the other end.

Then, she drove her to a hotel opposite the hospital. Just as a certain person walked into the hotel, Yvonne supported Jean in.

“Is there anyone that can help us? My friend’s drunk.” Yvonne shouted.

The man that was at the reception desk glanced at them and then furrowed his brows. He walked over to them and then gave Jean a once over.

“What happened to her?” He asked coldly.

“You’re… Edgar Royden.” Yvonne said, surprised.

The man narrowed his eyes, “Since you recognize me, you should leave. I’ll handle her from here.”

With one move, he took Jean over from Yvonne.

Thank goodness, she doesn’t smell too strong of alcohol.

Yvonne hurried behind him, “No, I can’t leave her to you! Aren’t you guys divorced? You’re not her guardian.”

Edgar did not respond to her. He stopped in his steps and pressed the floor button. Yvonne was shut out of the elevator.

“Everyone from the Royden family is the same. Heartless.” Yvonne harrumphed.

…

As Jean slept, she could smell a familiar scent. It was like sandalwood, yet also musky.

“Edgar Royden.” She subconsciously whispered a name.

The man had just put her down on the bed and was about to leave when he heard his name. He stopped in his steps and turned around. But she was still in deep sleep with her brows knitted together.

“You b*stard.”

The light from the sunset shone on her face and emphasized her delicate red lips and fluttering of her eyelashes.

“Why didn’t you accept the partnership with Ben Ludwig?”

Jean mumbled something he couldn’t hear. He moved closer to her.