Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 398 At That Moment, He Understood Her

Ben lost his mind for a moment. He clearly knew that Jean had been avoiding her feelings for Edgar. “Mr. Ludwig,

it’s time to go.” His assistant behind him reminded him.

Ben immediately moved his long legs. “Dennis, arrange everything as soon as possible. I want to go back.” He was

worried.

On the other end, Jean hadn’t hung up out of rage, but because the doorbell rang. She was very surprised by the

visitor. It was Edgar.

She didn’t want to open the door. She looked at the surveillance screen for quite some time before she pressed to

open the door with her uninjured hand.

When they made eye contact, the disinfectant scent on the man was still very strong. Jean couldn’t help but roll her

eyes at him. “Why didn’t you stay in the hospital? Why are you here? Is there paparazzi outside?”

Seeing her with her guard up, Edgar strode into the house with his long legs. “I have people on guard. There are no

paparazzi.” She was half-believing. She intentionally went out to take a look.

The man’s long arms reached out and pulled the collar of her outfit. “It’s cold outside. Don’t catch a cold.” A few

simple words were like feathers brushing lightly across her heart. There was a tingling feeling.

She quickly came to her senses and stepped aside. “Is something wrong?”

Her vigilance was clearly shown on her face. She didn’t hide it at all.

Edgar glanced into the living room. There was a desk that looked like a workbench in place of the coffee table. The

desk and the floor were filled with messy design drafts.

It was messy. There was almost nowhere to walk in the house.

The man’s cold eyes looked at Jean. “You’re not trying to start a design company, are you? What are you doing

now? Are you being carried away by a whim?”

And he had thought of so many ways to help her.

In the end, she only had a brief period of enthusiasm. What a waste of his effort.

Perhaps it was his interrogative tone that instantly put Jean in a bad mood. “Firstly, we have been divorced for a

long time, and we’ve parted ways. You have no right to tell me what to do. Secondly, I didn’t invite you here. If you

have something to say, say it. Otherwise, leave.”

Jean went around him and walked to the workbench. She was going to ignore him.

The air calmed down.

He suddenly pulled her wrist back.

She staggered half a step back, and she felt pain in her wrist. She was bewildered as the man’s deep voice was in

her ears. “Why were you so careless!”

The tone was exactly like her dad’s.

Jean furrowed her brows as Edgar pulled her with one hand, and his other hand took out a first aid kit from beside

the mirror of the backdoor like it was the most natural thing.

“How did you know…”

Jean had just said it when she realized that he had instructed his people to keep the furniture. Of course, he would

know where everything went.

Her guard unexpectedly went up all of a sudden, and she wrinkled her brows tightly.

He held her fingers in his palm as he gently put on a band-aid for her.

His eyes looked over sharply. “Stay still, and don’t move.”

Jean was dumbfounded.

Jean knew for a fact that Edgar must never have done housework in the past. His actions were very awkward as he

bent down and helped her clean up her workbench.

And he almost cut his hand with a paper cutter too.

But his face was cold all along, and Jean didn’t want to talk to him.

The two of them stayed silent like that for a while. One looked on as the other cleaned up.

When there wasn’t much to clear, and there were faint beads of perspiration in the corner of Edgar’s forehead, he

took off his coat and looked at her. “Is there coffee?”

Seeing that he had worked and put in some effort, Jean turned and went into the kitchen.

Although she hadn’t asked him to do anything.

Jean brought coffee out and saw that Edgar was leaning back on the couch. She could tell that his complexion didn’t

look too good. He was looking a little feeble.

“Don’t tell me you’re exhausted just by doing a little work?”

She mumbled in exasperation, but he happened to hear it.

He didn’t say anything. He lifted his hand and took the coffee from her. “Thank you. Go on with what you must do.

You don’t have to entertain me.”

Jean was startled. Isn’t he leaving?

But he looked down to enjoy his coffee. There was a coldness in his aloof face. As he sat on the couch, he looked

like he was in a high-class, Michelin-star restaurant. He looked as beautiful as a painting as he drank coffee.

Looking at how every action of his was so dignified, Jean was suddenly hit with inspiration.

She immediately went behind her workbench and pulled out the drafts that the man had picked up from the floor.

“Where is it?”

She repeated to herself, “Diamonds, no good. I want a gem. A sapphire…”

Her hair was tied back behind her head with a gold hair clip. She leaned half her body against her workbench. She

was serious and focused, as if all the noise in the world couldn’t disturb her.

Edgar’s throat rumbled, and he wanted to say something. As it was on the tip of his tongue, he swallowed his

words.

He just waited for her while admiring the scene before him that he couldn’t take his eyes off.

Minutes and seconds passed. When Jean came to her senses, Edgar’s coffee was cold, and the sky outside had

darkened.

She looked at her design draft contentedly and her mouth curved into a smile.

She had almost forgotten that there was someone before her.

So much so that it frightened her when he spoke. “Are you done with it? Let me see.”