Edgar and His Destined Wife

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.

Jean grasped his shirt.

“I…”

He dipped his head toward her, but the person under him suddenly lifted her head up and violently vomited all over him.

Edgar clenched his hands on the headboard. His eyes were as cold as the arctic.

After emptying the contents in her stomach, she felt slightly better. She opened her eyes and was dumbfounded by the scene in front of her.

She waved her hand and said, “Why are you appearing in my dreams? That’s such sh*t luck.”

Edgar clutched the bed sheets. He was so angry he was lost for words. But the woman in front of him did not even care and went back to sleep.

The man got up and took off his shirt to take a shower. After his shower, he took a clean towel and wiped Jean’s face and shirt collar. He accidentally brushed her skin. Desire flared in his eyes, and he swallowed.

“I won’t let you go this easily next time.” He said and then quickly left the room while suppressing his desires.

The next morning.

Jean was still sleeping in the room when she was awoken by a noise. She got up groggily and tried to recollect what had happened the night before, but she could only remember up to the point of drinking with Yvonne Hertz. She remembered nothing after that.

“It’s all your fault! Why did you drink?” She knocked on her own head. She heard a commotion outside and got up. She got changed and went to open the door. The second she opened the door, she was bombarded with cameras in her face, and also trying to take photos of the room behind her.

“Are you alone?”

“Ms. Eyer, we heard you spent the night with a mystery man. Could it be Jensen Rocher?”

“I’m going to report you if you keep doing this!” Jean said through gritted teeth.

She didn’t understand why the paparazzi kept following her, it wasn’t like she was a celebrity! She did not understand what they were saying about a mystery man. She was obviously alone in the room, and she wasn’t even drinking with a man last night.

She closed the door with a bang.

All of a sudden, memories from last night flooded her mind. It seemed she had vomited all over Edgar, but when she looked back at the bed, it was clean.

Jean giggled, “It can’t be him.”

He should be beside Gigi Reece, waiting for the birth of his child.

There was an unexpected bitterness in her heart when she thought of that. She quickly suppressed it and gave the hotel front desk a call to get them to chase the paparazzi away.

Meanwhile, Edgar was in his car after barely escaping the reporters.

“What’s up with those reporters?”

“They had received an anonymous tip about Jean and Mr. Rocher…” Miles said, exasperated. He did not continue as he saw Edgar’s face getting darker.

“My apologies, Mr. Royden. I’ll get someone to deal with it right away.”

“No need.” Edgar replied unexpectedly.

Saying this was a coincidence would be pushing it.

“Have a look into who was the woman that brought Jean to the hotel last night.”

Gigi was bored out of her wits at the hospital. Edgar was rarely there, and even when he was there, he was always dealing with work. He never stayed at night at the hospital. Rather, he would go to the hotel across the road. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Gigi was feeling bold, so she decided to video call Andy Shaw.

She hid under the blankets and told him coyly, “My dad will be back in a few days. It was only a few million. I’ll pay you back when he comes back, okay?”

Her face was bloated from her pregnancy, but her voice was just as tempting as before.

Andy snickered, “Where’s Edgar? Aren’t you scared of being caught calling me?”

“I miss you. Once I get out of the hospital, I’ll bring the child over.”

The door opened, and Edgar walked in.

When he saw Gigi hiding under the blankets, he asked with a frown. “Are you up?”