Edgar and His Destined Wife novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37 What You Feel Towards Me Is Not Hate

Jean Eyer frowned as she looked at the closed door of the room. She mumbled to herself, “He won’t be so silly. He has no reason to do so, I am no one to him anymore.”

Ben Ludwig looked down and said in a dull tone, “Jean Eyer, if he’s really waiting for you outside, wanting to reunite with you…”

Smack. Jean Eyer threw a pillow which landed on Ben Ludwig’s back. “I think you’ve been watching too much television.” Jean Eyer shrugged it off before washing up and lying on the bed.

It flashed through her mind how Edgar Royden looked at her today. Something seemed different. But in the next moment, Jean Eyer pushed away those weird thoughts.

Edgar Royden was either being calculative with her or he couldn’t bear to see his ex-wife living well. Men and their d@mn possessiveness.

That was all that was happening. Ben Ludwig washed his hair, and when he came out from the shower, Jean Eyer was fast asleep, wrapped up in the comforter.

Even her soft snores could be heard in the room. Ben Ludwig laughed self-deprecatingly and dimmed the lights. “You really don’t see me as a man, huh.”

She trusted him so much? She didn’t even take any precautions. He looked at Jean Eyer for quite some time before closing his eyes and going to sleep. It was the wee hours of the morning.

Jean Eyer woke up from her dream in shock. She had another dream about the day the Eyer Group went bankrupt, when Edgar Royden destroyed the Eyer family.

Her hands were shaking. She got off the bed with her bare feet and drank two big glasses of water before feeling slightly better. She looked at the time again. It was fifteen minutes past two.

Jean Eyer didn’t feel sleepy at all. For the past year or so, she lived like that almost daily, being tormented by nightmares. She looked at Ben Ludwig, who was still sleeping soundly, before opening the door and walking out gently.

She thought she’d feel the breeze in the lobby and drink some coffee, but she never expected to bump into someone who wasn’t sleeping as well.

Jean Eyer slowed her steps down. Edgar Royden was standing at the window edge of the corridor, looking as if he was speaking to business partners on the phone. He was speaking in a foreign language while his gaze was fixed firmly and steadily at the night before him.

The silhouette of his face was reflected on the glass. He was in a sharp, neat suit which would make any woman go crazy.