Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 117

Chapter 117 I Have One Condition

The more Jean Eyer thought about it, the angrier she got. She picked up her cellphone and wanted to spread it on the Internet.

But spreading it out there without any backup would mean that the Royden Group might pass it over to their public relations department. Once the truth was out there, there was no coming back from it. She had to put up with it. Jean Eyer took a deep breath in and looked at the maid. "What's for lunch?"

Since she couldn't leave, she might as well 'enjoy' herself. Even if she couldn't cause a dent in Edgar Royden's wealth, she could still relieve her anger a little.

In that period, Ben Ludwig called her a few times. Jean Eyer hadn't thought of how to face him, so she just didn't answer his calls.

His engagement with Ally Sans was his business. Jean Eyer had no right to interfere. She never thought that Ben Ludwig needed to explain anything to her.

In terms of relationships, she didn't have the guts to face it anymore. She'd rather hide like an ostrich.

When she thought about it, it wasn't so bad staying in Edgar Royden's empty villa. At least she could save on a few days' living expenses by having all meals there. After two days, Edgar Royden came back from a business trip. As soon as he walked in the door, he saw a woman feasting on crabs on the couch.

A frown appeared between his eyes. He saw that the couch was filled with snacks and tidbits.

He placed his briefcase heavily on the table and made his way over. "Eating all this instead of proper meals?"

Jean Eyer chewed on the crab. "Susan said that I can eat whatever I want. Wasn't this what you told her?"

He did in fact say that.

Edgar Royden picked her up from the couch. "Change your clothes. I have to entertain Mr. Oprah and his wife at night. You have to act this out with me."

"I don't have clothes." Jean Eyer answered calmly. She smiled charmingly, "Let me go. I have clothes at home. I'll go home and take them."

"Ha. After leaving, will you still come back?" Edgar Royden laughed coldly and pushed Jean Eyer away with one hand. "There are clothes in the bag at the door. Mr. Oprah has a good impression of you. He also places much importance on whether his business partners have a stable married life."

"Then you should call Gigi Reece over." Jean Eyer's hands were full of crab roe, and she was chomping away. Seeing him silent, she asked, "What if I don't want to?"

"Then you'll stay here for the rest of your life."

His voice was unbelievably frosty and a heavy air was emanating from him.

He wasn't kidding.

Jean Eyer ground her teeth in anger. "I have one condition."

"Speak."

Two hours later, Jean Eyer was wearing the dress that Edgar Royden brought back. It was an elegant, stylish purple dress, and she wasn't wearing any accessories. Her hair was tied in a simple ponytail, and there was an ethereal beauty about her when she was sitting there.

Edgar Royden was discussing business matters with Mr. Oprah while Jean Eyer was sitting by his side.

From time to time, she would say a few words to Mrs. Oprah.

Edgar Royden agreed to lessen the debt by one million. It was just a meal, and she could sit through that.

"I thought the person here would be Ms. Reece." Mr. Oprah laughed gently. These words didn't have any special meaning.

Jean Eyer said nothing as she cut into her steak.

Edgar Royden suddenly smiled and said, "Jean Eyer just so happened to come by, so I invited her to stay and have dinner." She came by?

Jean Eyer's lips moved. She nodded forcibly.

This man's acting was unexpected.

"Your relationship has gotten better? You can still be friends after your divorce?" Mr. Oprah voiced out the confusion in his heart. "I'm sorry. I asked something I shouldn't have."

The word 'divorce' was stuck in Jean Eyer's heart.

But she realized that she didn't care so much anymore.

"Yes, we can still be friends after a separation." Jean Eyer cracked a smile. She didn't seem like she was acting. It was as if she was voicing her thoughts honestly.

Edgar Royden looked at her sideways.

Within the pair of eyes was hidden many things that Jean Eyer didn't understand.

She couldn't be bothered. She continued to smile while raising her glass. "Since our destiny together has ended, why cling on to the past? I believe Mr. Royden has similar thoughts, right?" He was unmoving.

Jean Eyer looked at him, surprised. Under the table, she bumped Edgar Royden's leg.

He then turned his head slowly and said quietly, "Not exactly."

Jean Eyer was stunned. What was going on with him?

She was playing along so well, but he dropped the ball at such a crucial moment?

When she was thinking of how to explain it, Edgar Royden said something that left her in shock. "Maybe maintaining this relationship is because one side wants to save it."

After hearing this, there was a buzzing in Jean Eyer's brain.

Before she could say anything, Edgar Royden took some food for her.

"Eat more."

He created this ambiguous relationship on purpose to let Mr. and Mrs. Oprah think he was a loyal and sentimental person.

This man was willing to do anything to succeed.

Jean Eyer didn't say another word for the rest of the evening. No matter what she said, Edgar Royden could easily depict the relationship between them as slightly affectionate but ambiguous. "Thank you so much for the dinner, Mr. Royden. We had a wonderful time," said Mr. Oprah.

His wife smiled at Jean Eyer gently. During the dinner, she implied to Jean Eyer countless times that Jean Eyer should consider getting back together with Edgar Royden if there was a possibility. Jean Eyer moved the corner of her lips awkwardly.

If it wasn't for that one million, she definitely would've exposed Edgar Royden's tricks.

She stood at the door and watched Edgar Royden send the couple off.

For a moment, Jean Eyer couldn't help but think, if the Eyer family was still around...

Would the both of them have maintained a seemingly normal marriage like this?

Watching the car drive out of sight, Jean Eyer looked away. She went back to the room to change into her clothes. The evening dress made every cell on her body feel uncomfortable. Edgar Royden returned from sending the Oprah couple off and saw Jean Eyer sitting on the couch, waiting for him.

"Where are you going?"

Jean Eyer went over with a poker face. She looked down and changed her shoes. "Our transaction is over. Mr. Royden, you need to be true to your word."

She put on an act with him while he reduced her debt. Neither party was at a disadvantage.

An annoyance grew in the man's heart. He grabbed her wrist with one hand. "You're leaving so impatiently?"

Leaving his side to be in another man's embrace.

Jean Eyer rolled her eyes in frustration. "Mr. Royden, if you have such a role-playing kink, look for your leading lady and leave me alone."

She didn't have the time to play his little games.

Jean Eyer shook the man's hand away with force and left the villa in a hurry. She was afraid that if she stayed, something meaningless would grow in her heart again.

The man in the villa had a cold expression on his face. For a long time, his hand dropped, but his gaze fell on where Jean Eyer was sitting just now.

Leave his side?

Jean Eyer, I'm the one who decides that. You don't have the right to decide.

After leaving Edgar Royden's villa, Jean Eyer walked aimlessly by the road for three hours before reaching the city from the suburbs.

She silently scolded Edgar Royden thousands of times.

When she opened the door to her house, it was almost dawn. She was too tired and fell asleep right into her comforter.

When she opened her eyes the next day, she had multiple unread text messages on her cellphone.

A call from Sally Lance came in. When she picked up, there was an extremely worried voice on the other end. "Jean Eyer, are you alright? Why couldn't I locate you for two days?"