Edgar and His Destined Wife novel Chapter 553

Chapter 553

Jean immediately darted a victorious smirk at Edgar.

He laughed at her childish reaction, “Let’s go, then.”

Miles pried, “Mr. Royden, shall I still go?”

“No need. You should go and visit Rachel’s mother.” Edgar vouchsafed Miles a day off, “Bring some souvenirs over to make a good impression.”

Miles stood in place, watching Edgar and Jean left shoulder to shoulder.

Miles murmured, “I hope I don’t wound up in a rocky relationship like Mr. Royden.”

That night at AOL Hotel.

Jean held Edgar’s arm as they walked up the steps.

The way they looked at each other was brimming with love and tenderness.

The next second, they were interrupted by the hotel manager.

“Mr. Royden, Mr. Ludwig is already waiting for you inside.” The manager walked up and courteously greeted them.

The elevator ascended and stopped on the fifth floor.

“Mr. Royden, you may head upstairs and enter the VIP dining area.”

Edgar strutted up the steps with confidence and poise, all while clutching onto Jean’s palm.

“Be careful.”

He unwittingly tightened his grip as he said this.

Jean beamed a stealthy smile at his subliminal reaction.

As they exited the last flight of steps, they saw Ben and Ally walking towards them from a distance.

Ben strutted ahead with a cold face while Ally hastily chased after him.

“Ben, you should talk to me! Even if it’s only for public display!”

Prior to this, Ally had deliberately neglected Ben in an attempt to contrive Ben to think of her and ask her out. She realized, to her dismay, that her motive backfired.

Ben didn’t seem like he cared or missed her at all.

On the contrary, the way he looked at Jean was discernibly fervent.

They chanced upon Jean and Edgar at the fire exit. The four of them froze simultaneously.

“What a coincidence?” Ben furrowed.

“We have an appointment.” Edgar responded candidly.

Ben surmised, “Are you meeting my…”

As promised, Jean didn’t say a word, nor did she leave any clues to Ben.

Ally wrapped her arms around Ben, “We should get going since Mr. Royden is busy.”

She clung to Ben with a bright smile, “Take a walk with me outside. I’m feeling a little tipsy from the boozes.”

Ben’s eyes locked on Jean.

“Let me know if there’s anything that I can help with.” Of course, he had heard about the debacle within Royden Group. Businessmen and capitalists loved to hold business meetings in AOL Hotel. Ben would gladly help Edgar if he needed help.

Ally chimed in dispassionately.

“Mr. Royden is all capable. Why would he need our help? We should get going.”

Then, she deliberately tugged Ben away.

Ben groaned dismissively, “Stop pestering me.”

He shunned Ally and wanted to escape her relentless hassles.

Ally seemed to have forgotten that Jean had told her off once.

Ally gnawed her teeth and sneered, “I’m not here to argue with you but to warn you to stay on your course with Edgar and leave Ben alone. You’re not worthy of Ben.”

“It’s none of your business.”

Jean jostled against Ally’s shoulder and strode away.

Ally refused to give up. She continued yelling behind Jean.

“You’ve already reconciled with Edgar, so stop messing around with Ben. Or are you looking for a rebound judging on Royden Group’s present crisis? People like you are so disgusting.”

Jean turned her head and looked away.

Her gaze was cold and ferocious.

Ally was taken aback by Jean’s piercing gaze.

At this time, a waiter was holding a tray of food, lurching from behind Ally. The waiter was unaware of Ally’s presence. Jean deliberately turned a blind eye to the possible collision.

The next moment, Ally was knocked over by the waiter.

The soup spilled all over Ally and stained her clothes.

Ally screamed in terror and frantically tried to remove the food scraps on her body. Jean warned her frigidly, “Mind your own business and stop poking your nose in my business. If not, karma will bite back.”

“You!”

Ally was exasperated beyond words.

Jean knew the waiter would run into her, but she deliberately turned a blind eye and let her get scalded by hot soup.

“What are you looking at?”

Jean jeered coldly, “Give me that look again, and I’ll let you wail in pain.”