Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Who Told You to Touch Her?

Tears started falling from Jean's eyes, but she was stubborn and did not lower her head. She chewed her lip which still stung from his kiss, and gave him a contemptuous smile, "Don't you like people who are helpless under you, Mr. Royden? You were the one who told me that all men were the same."

Edgar raised his body and looked into her eyes, that were dark abysses. She had probably thought it through before coming here tonight. Does she really not care about what happens to her. But just about that guy and his races?

Edgar could not control the fury within him as he viciously bit her neck. The room was filled with the scent of alcohol. Their breathing also grew more and more heavy. Should I hide?

She did not allow herself to entertain that thought as she banished it from her mind. She would remember all that happened tonight. She knew she couldn't hide from him. After all, blackmail was Edgar's strongest suit.

One day, I will make him humble himself in front of others. She had thought that Edgar would go through with it, but after releasing his anger, he stopped his actions. Although fury still burned in his eyes, he furrowed his brows when he saw the marks on Jean's neck.

Jean could not understand what he was thinking but was close to being unable to breathe with his weight on her. She gave a few coughs and asked provocatively, "Are you unable to continue, Mr. Royden?"

"Leave!" The man shoved Jean to a side.

She gathered strength in her legs and stood up. Her clothes were all wrinkled, but she tidied up her hair and straightened out her clothes before retorting, "I see that you are unable to continue. I've done what you've asked me to, if you do not keep your promises, I will tell the world about everything and ruin your reputation."

For Ben, she would not care about her image nor her...

Edgar punched the wall as Jean walked away. He was mad at himself for being so wary of Jean.

There was a fireworks show going on outside Imperial Hotel. Standing in the clear glass elevator, Jean could see all the colorful displays being lit in the sky. As the lights exploded above her, all her pretenses were stripped apart, and she started to cry. She slowly sank to the floor with her face in her hands.

He knows what I care about the most. Jean's bones were weary as she hung her head.

The moment the door opened; she could only think about leaving as fast as possible. Yet, before she could step outside, she was hit by someone.

"What are you doing?!" Brad ran over to stop Jonathan. He looked at the unconscious Jean on the ground and gave a frown, "If Edgar knows, he's going to get mad."

"Why? I'm helping his and Gigi Reece's relationship. If Gigi replaces out about what happened between him and Jean tonight, there will be a massive fight." Jonathan gave Edgar a look and reached down to lift Jean.

"Since Edgar chased her from his room, he probably doesn't care much about what happens to her." Jonathan reasoned as though he was right. "Send her to the room upstairs."

As he watched Jean being brought away, Brad once again tried to stop Jonathan, "Let's not create trouble, Edgar did a lot for you when your uncle got into a car accident..."

"Alright, stop nagging me, the guy was one of his close friends, not a stray dog!" Jonathan shouted and walked away. He was going to look for some people to help with giving attention to the oblivious Ms. Eyer.

So what if Edgar replaces out? Will he really break our friendship because of Jean Eyer?

The more Brad thought about the situation, the more he was troubled. He quickly took out his phone and gave Edgar a call.

Otherwise, things may turn for the worse tonight.

Two hours later.

Jean woke up in one of the rooms at Imperial Hotel. She felt hot and struggled to open her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was in an unfamiliar room.

It doesn't look like I have left the hotel.

She tried hard to think about what had happened. She knew she fainted after someone attacked her when she was exiting the elevator. She opened her eyes and saw that she was still wearing her clothes from before.

Her heart fell to the depths.

She heard noises from outside, and with nowhere to hide, pretended to be asleep.

Who is it?

She heard Edgar's voice.

"Who told you to touch her?"

Jean gritted her teeth. I thought you told me to go; was that just a ploy? Edgar Royden, what are you getting at?

Following Edgar's question was a bunch of noises that Jean could not decipher.

Then suddenly, someone shouted, "Isn't she just trash that you threw away? What's so great about you? If you can use her, my brothers can..."

'Smack'

Edgar reached out his hand and grabbed onto Jonathan's shirt, pulling him up. Then, he proceeded to punch the living daylights out of him.

"The only person that can touch her, is me." He said angrily as he gave Jonathan a kick. "Do not appear before me from now on."

By the time Brad rushed over, Jonathan had already been beaten to a pulp. He was in such a state that he could not even cry out in pain. "Edgar, didn't you go too far? He's not just a..."

"Leave." Edgar spat at them and left them to go into the bedroom.

Brad looked at the beat-up Jonathan and sighed, "Let me take you to the hospital."

It was fortunate that Brad came in time and stopped Edgar from beating Jonathan up more. He could have killed someone with how he was pummeling Jonathan.

Even though Jonathan had to be supported, he had the energy to say softly, "He treats Jean so roughly, but why won't he let others..."

"After so many years, do you still not know Edgar? If he really wanted to, Jean would disappear from Yorktown tomorrow. He just can't admit that he still has feelings for her." Brad sighed and continued, "Rest for a few days. I'll go talk to Edgar about this. After all, I have a hand in it as well."

Jonathan hung his head and made no sounds.

No lights were on in the room.

Jean felt someone coming in, but she knew it wasn't the right time to open her eyes.

Why is Edgar so mad?

She couldn't understand. She waited as the footsteps got closer while thinking about what to do. Edgar did not come any closer and did not make any attempts to touch her.

For the first time, they stayed quiet on the same bed. Edgar was sitting, and Jean was lying down. Jean only realized that he had not left when she heard a sigh from him.

Edgar slowly raised his hand and gently stroked her neck where he had left marks. His eyes were filled with sorrow as he lowered them. His actions had never been more gentle. It scared Jean, but she evened out her breathing and pretended to still be asleep.

"If only you were..." Edgar started but was interrupted by his ringtone. He looked at the caller ID, stood up and left. Once the door closed, Jean slowly opened her eyes. She was sure that the person just then was Edgar, but Edgar wouldn't have treated her that gently.