Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 114 Pain

He behaved as if he could not remember the matter last time. Jean was stunned for a moment before nodding.

“Yes.”

The car had stopped at the traffic light. Sky glanced at her with hostility. “Mr. Turner has always been nice to female

students, especially the pretty ones.”

Jean narrowed her gaze. Then, Sky turned the car into a secluded path. The surrounding was dark as there were

fewer streetlights. Jean keenly sensed his disdainful gaze on her. “Mr. Wilton, what do you mean?”

“Why? Are you still denying the things you did?”

He suddenly stepped on the brakes and gripped Jean’s wrist tightly, forcing her to look at him. “You stayed in a

man’s house for a few hours late at night and made out with your ex-husband in public. Stop pretending you are

better than everyone else!”

Jean immediately retreated from him. She tried to open the door, but it was locked. Sky looked at her beautiful face

like a beast waiting to pounce on its prey. “Edgar is so blind. How could he abandon a beautiful woman like you and

choose an idiot like Gigi? Ha…”

Jean gritted her teeth and met his sinister gaze. “If you do anything to me, I will destroy your reputation in the

design industry.”

“Oh, is that so?” Sky tut-tutted and took out a camera. “I guess you don’t know yet. But people like you can never

work in the design industry without my permission.”

Jean searched around for something to defend herself. However, it was too late. She suddenly felt dizzy and found

her vision blurred.

In her hazy state, she vaguely heard Sky chuckling. “You are quite strong. Other women would have fainted by

now.”

No! Somehow, Jean found the strength to shove herself against the car window.

She fought against drowsiness with everything she had. Her movements aggravated the wound on her neck. Then,

intense pain assailed her, making her mind instantly alert.

The pain overpowered the drowsiness from the unknown drug. “You…”

She charged at Sky, grabbed his head, and smashed it hard against the steering wheel.

He did not expect Jean to be able to fight back and became careless. By the time he thought of retaliating, he had

already sustained a bleeding wound on his forehead.

Jean moved quickly and wrapped the seatbelt around his neck before he could react. At the same time, she

trapped him in his seat with her limbs. “I only need to exert a little force to kill you.”

She tightened the seatbelt around his neck, causing him to start losing consciousness. “Let… Let go!”

Jean sneered and shoved his head hard against the glass window, rendering him unconscious. Suddenly, her world

turned silent. Jean’s palms were full of red marks, and her neck ached unbearably.

However, she did not have time to linger around. After all, she was alone and needed to escape while Sky was

unconscious. Furthermore, she needed to figure out something to stop him from taking revenge against her.

Jean searched around the car for a moment and noticed the camera.

A few minutes later, she dashed out of the car.

It was now late at night. The staff had all left, and there was not a taxi to be found.

Jean panted and found her vision growing blurry.

She ran along the road in the direction of the downtown area and vaguely noticed the sound of a car behind her.

Has Sky caught up with me?

Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

No, I must not stop…

Suddenly, the car tires screeched loudly against the road.

Jean’s legs gave way, and she fell to the floor. She no longer had any strength to move her legs.

“Stay away!” Jean mumbled these words before losing consciousness.

The wound on her neck was bleeding, staining the man’s suit.

His eyes were stern as he called out, “Jean, wake up now!”

Jean could vaguely hear someone calling her name.

However, she had run out of energy and did not even have the strength to open her eyes. Furthermore, she felt

unbearably cold.

Thus, she had no choice but to lean toward the nearest heat source. Her hands found a man and felt the heat of his

body and his rapid heartbeat.

Jean rested her face against him.

“Wake up.”

He called out to her again. His voice sounded like Edgar’s, but she could not understand why the voice was gentle,

as if he was afraid of losing her. The voice also seemed to be filled with concern and pity.

Jean kept her eyes shut and could not understand why she thought of him as she was dying.

“What’s the point of waking up? It is better to die and end everything.”

She felt unbearably tired.

A drop of tear leaked out from her eyes before she sank into oblivion in his arms.

…

At La Torrente Villa, Edgar stood by the second-floor bedroom door and listened to the doctor’s diagnosis.

“Mr. Royden, Ms. Eyer’s wound was not managed properly. Furthermore, she ingested a drug that caused her a high

fever. I am unable to prescribe any medication for now. We can only wait for her to wake up tomorrow and

determine her condition. Otherwise, it would lead to infection of her wound.”

Then, the doctor looked at Edgar’s stern expression and added. “Don’t be too worried. If she starts to mumble

nonsense from a high fever and appears to be in pain, you can cool her down physically…”

The doctor gave a few more instructions before leaving.

Edgar frowned as he looked at Jean lying unconscious in bed. Her face was pale, and her lips white. It was

heartbreaking to see her in this state.

When the doctor removed the gauze to check her wound, Edgar finally saw how severe the wound was.

He remembered Jean feared pain.

During our wedding, she accidentally pricked her finger and cried from the pain.

Today, she was able to carry such a severe wound and fight with me? She even walked alone along that road for so

long…

“Let me go.” Her eyes remained shut as she cried out in pain.

Edgar looked at her solemnly and could not stop himself from getting close to her.

He reached out to touch her and check her fever.

However, she suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed his hand.

Edgar’s eyes immediately turned cold.

I knew it. She is playing with me again.

“Jean, since you are awake, get out of my house.”

Edgar was a clean freak. He brought her to his house because it was nearer than the hospital.

Unexpectedly, Jean stared at him blankly for a long while before mumbling, “Since you hate me so much, why did

you marry me?”

The coldness in Edgar’s gaze suddenly faded away.

Jean laughed and said, “You ruined my marriage and destroyed yourself.”

After saying that, she sniffled and threw herself into the blanket beside her. “I’m useless. Why do I keep dreaming

about you?”

Her body shuddered as she sobbed into the blanket.

Edgar could not describe how he felt at that moment. However, he did something he had never done in his life. He

sat by her bed and reached out to pat her shoulders.

It seemed his comforting worked. Jean’s sobbing gradually became softer, and her breathing calmed down.

“Don’t dream about me again.”