Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 277 Chapter 277 Perhaps This Is Better The moment Edgar opened the door, his gaze fell on Jean, who was standing by the window. The breakfast was untouched.

Just as he was about to say something, she turned around. When she saw him, she was immediately taken by surprise.

"Edgar!" She was pleasantly surprised yet nervous at the stime. "Why didn't you tellthat you're back? I thought you were mad atafter our last encounter!" It had been ages since he saw such a reaction from her. How long has it been? The last tshe treatedthis way was when we've just gotten married.

At this instant, his tensed face turned blank as he did not know how to react. She sensed his emotions and took a step back while grabbing her dress nervously. "I-I was having breakfast just now, but I don't have any appetite today. Have you eaten?" She walked to the table as she spoke, looking gentle and hesitant, as though she was a young, innocent girl.

In the depths of Edgar's memories, she once behaved like that in their lonely marriage, as though she expected something from him, but he never lived up to her expectations.

His frown deepened as he stared into her eyes fixedly.

She lowered her head to eat the food, but when she realized that he was still standing there, she wiped her mouth anxiously. "You cback so suddenly. I-Is there something wrong?" She swallowed a mouthful of porridge and smiled. “If there's anything I can help with, just letknow, though I know that I probably can't help much." Her tone was careful and tentative.

Suppressing his emotions, Edgar asked, "I've been too busy lately. Do you know what day it is?" "February 15th. My dad's company is celebrating their anniversary next week." She smiled.

Edgar's frown beccolder.

On the date she mentioned, they had just been married for a little over a month. Eyer Group was still around, and Gary was still alive.

Edgar slowly clenched his fists. He had no idea what emotions he was experiencing at that moment. He was worried about her health, but at the sthe felt a surge of gratitude, because this might be a chance for him to restart things.

"What's wrong, Edgar?" Jean tilted her head to the side. She wanted to get closer to him, but she was worried that he might be annoyed at her. "After our marriage, you said that you were very busy with the company, and I couldn't find any topics for conversation. Could you be mad at me?" "No," he croaked in a raspy voice. Right after that, he walked to the table, took her cutleries and started eating her food.

She froze upon seeing that. "That's mine," she said quietly, but after seeing how fast he was eating, she deduced that he was hungry, so she quickly opened the door.

"Is there anyone downstairs? Please send sbread over." It was only when she turned around that she realized that the decor was unfamiliar.

After looking around, she realized that the place was rather alien to her, as though she had only been here a few times.

"What are you looking at?" Edgar walked to her from the table.

"I feel like I don't belong here." As soon as she closed her eyes, many unknown scenes appeared in her mind. She tried knocking herself on the head, but she still felt as though there was a fog in her head.

In the next second, she was pulled into an embrace.

"It snowed yesterday, and the weather is getting a lot colder. You might have gotten a cold, so don't think too much into it." His gentle and affectionate tone made her feel even more confused.

"C-Could I be dreaming?" she muttered to herself.

But she could hear the thumping of his strong heartbeat and his warm hug.

She blushed and lowered her head.

"After all, we just got married. So it's normal that you feel like a stranger here. You will get used to it soon." He tightened his hold on her.

There was a pause before she said, "Okay." Her blush deepened, and she could even feel her cheeks getting warmer.

She got out of his embrace and asked, “Why hasn't anyone sent the bread I asked for? I'll go take a look in the kitchen." With that, she hurried downstairs before he could even catch her.

However, as she left his sight, the smile slowly disappeared from his lips.

After breakfast, he immediately locked himself in the study and called Nathan. “Where is the medical facility?" His anxious question shocked Nathan greatly, but he quickly got his answer and left hastily.

Jean was in the living room when she heard his movements, but she was not quick enough to follow him.

Hence, she sat alone in the living room and frowned in disappointment.

Susan brought a fruit platter to her. "Ms-" Just as she opened her mouth, she suddenly remembered Edgar's instructions to refer to Jean as 'Mrs. Royden'.

"Mrs. Royden, have sfruits." Contents belong to Jean turned around and smiled at her. "I forgot to ask your name." She assumed that Susan was newly hired by Edgar.

"You can just callSusan." Susan thought about it for a moment before asking, “Does your head still hurt?” "Just slightly." She touched the back of her head. "I have no idea what happened. I feel very tired, as though I've forgotten a lot of things." With that, her frown deepened.

Susan quickly held her hand. “It's going to be okay, Mrs. Royden Don't think into it.

to Mr.Royden just went out to run serrands. I'm sure he'll be back soon." "Is that so? That's good, then" She smiled genuinely. "I thought he's going to leave without any notice again." She looked out of the windows as soon as she said that.

"I'll wait for him forever if I have to," she mumbled to herself.

After Nathan brought Edgar to a professional at the medical facility, he drew in a sharp breath when he heard about Jean's current condition.

"She forgot everything that happened between you guys, and even her father's death. On top of that, she still thinks that she's your wife?" This is tricky.

Edgar nodded as he tightened his hold on his coffee mug.

"You've seen the results yourself. The stimulant will paralyze her senses, Logically speaking, won't hurt her brain, but she injured her head on the cruise ship. Perhaps that's the reason for her memory loss." Edgar turned around to look at him quietly. After a while, he asked, "Do you think she will remain like this forever?" Nathan froze. "What do you mean?" "She doesn't remember the grudge between us anymore. Perhaps we could-"

"Edgar, do you have any idea what you are suggesting right now? It's fine if she remembe now it's doesn't remember, but if she recalls everything one day, how are you going to face her?" Nathan's stared at him as he spoke, but Edgar replied calmly, "I understand your concerns, but I don't want to lose her again." When he said the final sentence, his usual indifference was replaced by a rare warmth.