Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 543

Jean gained a lot of weight while under Edgar's care for the last three days.

He had to inquire in surprise when Rachel Sander arrived to deliver the documents. "Has your morning sickness

subsided, Mr. Eyer? You have a really strong hunger recently."

Jean scowled and became silent.

As soon as Miles noticed this, Rachel was dismissed.

"Mr. Eyer, don't worry. I won't let her out again."

Miles was taking care of Rachel Sander ever since she recovered.

Another strategy to safeguard Rachel was to ensure that no one else, aside from the two of them, would be aware

of her current residence.

Her brother's business had also been taken care of. Every time Rachel writes to Jean, she would unintentionally

compliment Miles, "I really didn't realize before that he is so careful in doing things, and previously..."

Jean yawned and looked at the phone screen.

The moment she released his grip, the person in front of her grabbed the phone.

Edgar winced a little, "Don't worry, I'll talk about him later. Arguing comes as second nature."

He was referring to Miles.

Before Jean could explain, he had already turned off the light. He took her hand and walked to the bathroom, "The

water is warm enough. I'll be outside if you need me. Just call out for me."

Jean looked up to meet his gaze.

Edgar hummed subconsciously, "Don't worry."

With a yank, she was directed to the bathroom.

"But I want a bath..." "Women who are expecting are not allowed."

Silently sighing, Jean turned to face the empty bathtub.

Edgar appears to be more knowledgeable than Jean when it comes to prenatal care. The phrase 'women who are

expecting' has been thrown around quite frequently in the last few days.

Jean counted the days in her head.

Jean submitted to her fate and used the shower.

Edgar remained outside during the operation. Despite the bathroom in front of him, his ears seemed to be acute to

the noises. He continued to be alert to what was going on.

When he noticed that water had stopped running, he moved a few steps closer and took a towel in his hand.

He came in, startling Jean.

"The milk is ready, it's time to go to bed."

Jean cried out, "But I haven't even watched my show!"

She considered the timing and listed each justification in turn. "I have to be up to date. What time is it anyway? I'm

not even sleepy."

The man just stared at her.

She pursed her lips and realized he won't budge, "Okay, I get it."

While lying on the bed, Jean kept thinking: This is like being kept hostage! And this breachesmy personal privacy.

But when she awoke the following morning, she discovered that she felt at ease.

This might be an advantage of getting to bed early.

When she went back downstairs and smelled food, she became infuriated once more. Habits are dangerous. Edgar

was able to acclimatize her to his presence in a little more than a week.

He made her rely on him organically.

That man is unquestionably a cunning sociopath.

As Jean descended the stairs, she pondered on something. When Xena called his brother, what had happened to

them?

Immense jealousy overcame her.

"Madam, the food is ready." Susan grinned as she stood at the kitchen entrance.

She now calls Jean 'madam' since yesterday.

Jean got chills being addressed as such.

She casually questioned while seated, "What happened to him?"

There, Susan seemed momentarily surprised and grinned oddly. "We'll have breakfast first," she replied, "Mr.

Royden mentioned he had matters to deal with at the corporation."

Is there a problem with the business?

In a typical situation, Edgar would have breakfast. Today, he had to leave early in the morning because of urgent

matters.

"The fresh bread is still baking. They will be ready soon." When Susan spoke, her eyes appeared to be apprehensive

of Jean.

Jean mumbled as she devoured the scone, "What's wrong with the company?" 'Clack.'

While holding the plates, Susan nearly stumbled.

"Susan, you know I won't feel at peace for the whole day if I don't ask." Jean set her butter knife down, "Or should I

just give him a call?"

Susan turned to glance around and felt abhorrent shame.

"When he went, Mr. Royden instructed me to keep it a secret. I can't tell you, or..." "No, he says things for his own

means. Without a doubt, that man will care for you until your retirement. You won't be evicted, so, be at ease." Jean

turned to face Susan, "Are the Roydens related to this?"

After a pause, Susan nodded. "Yes, I heard that Xena had been located by the police." She gulped, "They found her

at the foot of a mountain."

Jean felt something was off, "And?" "Something has occurred to her, and she appears psychologically disturbed. I'm

not sure of the details."

Jean breathed deeply and clenched her butter knife. She composed herself.

Just eat.

It's nothing to worry for now.

In the beginning, Susan believed that she would raise a fuss to go over when she learned. But she had no idea that

she would be that composed.

"Keep your eyes off of me, please." Jean took yet another mouthful of pastry, "For this situation, there are two

possibilities. First, Xena is acting. It is a trap, orchestrated by Edbert himself."

As she listened intently, Susan sat across from her, "What's the other possibility?" "The fact that Edbert really made

contact with Xena in an effort to quiet him serves as a warning. He does this only to warn everyone that betraying

him will result in the same outcome."

Susan's face drained of color. She cursed at the realization.

He'll eventually come for Edgar and me. Susan thought. Jean consumed more from the platter, "Do you have any

sauce like this, Susan?"

Susan sprang to her feet, "Yes, but don't you feel it's a little spicy? This chili packs a punch in terms of heat."

She only plated a portion because she was concerned that Jean would find it challenging to consume.

No, I think it tastes great."

Jean grinned, "It tastes like home, and I really appreciate it."

In a sense, she and Edgar were two peas in a pod. They both desperately longed for the warmth of home but also

had the same fear of being hurt.

Susan hurriedly filled a large bowl.

She pushed Jean to eat, "Here, it's a good thing to have an appetite. It means that the baby is growing up healthily

just like you."

Jean smirked, "Yes, it is enough for this little guy to be healthy."

She didn't dare to ask for anything else.

Edgar's absence lasted a whole day.

It wasn't until late at night that he came back with Nathan Knox.

After entering the door, the two of them pretended to be talking about company affairs, "That project will take a

few days."

Jean sat on the sofa and coughed lightly, "It's windy today. Was it cold on the mountain?