Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 162

Chapter 162 It's Her Fault

As soon as Winnie Campbell's words faded away, Andy Shaw slammed the steering wheel, and the car came to a screeching halt by the side of the road.

Winnie Campbell's eyes widened. She was so frightened she didn't dare utter a word. Andy Shaw smirked coldly. He looked at Winnie Campbell. "I only called you Mrs. Reece seeing as how you're Mr. Reece's second wife, but you're driving a wedge between me and Mr. Royden?"

"I... I'm not." Winnie Campbell tried to explain hurriedly. But Andy Shaw already turned his head. "Please get out of the car."

Winnie Campbell was like a person who lifted a rock only to drop it on her own toes. She could only silently get out from the car. Once the car door shut, Andy Shaw stepped on the accelerator and sped away. Winnie Campbell cursed silently. "What bad luck."

This was Jean Eyer's fault. In the car, Andy Shaw took out his cellphone and dialed a number. "Check on Ben Ludwig's racing team, and..."

Chase after Jean Eyer?

Andy Shaw's brows raised slightly. Not long after Jean Eyer left, she was found and taken back by Edgar Royden's bodyguards. The people from Perles had already left. Gigi Reece was also nowhere to be found.

"You want to escape after creating trouble for me?" The man sat on the couch. His eyes were gloomy and cold but veiled by flickering flames of anger.

Jean Eyer immediately shook her head to deny. "I'm not. I was being so cooperative. Remember my actions at the end."

The next second, Edgar Royden waved her over.

Jean Eyer frowned. "Just say it where you are. I can hear you."

"Come. Here."

Jean Eyer was frustrated and had to take those few steps. "What I said was the truth. No matter how many times you ask, it'll be the same."

She'd always been stubborn and had no tears until she saw the coffin.

Edgar Royden stared at her. He said slowly, enunciating every single word. "From now until the Perles advertisement shoot is done, you have to stay here and be on-call. Otherwise, the fifty million fees for breaking the contract will be on you."

"What?"

Jean Eyer was stunned for a moment. "What does it have to do with me? I..."

But Edgar Royden clearly stopped listening to her. He'd walked away.

Soon, Susan came to work and saw Jean Eyer in the living room. She shook her head helplessly before turning around to lock the door and put the key in her pocket.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Eyer. These are instructions from Mr. Royden."

Jean Eyer said through gritted teeth, "Susan, I want to eat lobsters tonight. Ten of them."

Susan was startled for a moment but quickly nodded. "Alright. No problem."

Edgar Royden instructed that as long as Jean Eyer had the appetite, she should get what she wanted.

But Susan couldn't understand why he had to use this sort of approach when he clearly wanted her to stay by his side.

The dinner table that night was filled with a variety of dishes.

Jean Eyer was about to dig in when she felt an overturning of rivers and seas in her stomach. She ran to the washroom and threw up all over the place. She rubbed her stomach with a confused expression. Delicacies of every kind were in front of her, but why did she feel nauseous?

"What's wrong, Ms. Eyer?" Susan immediately gave her a cup of hot water. She helped Jean Eyer sit down when she saw Jean Eyer's pale face.

Jean Eyer shook her head weakly when she smelled the aroma of the dishes. "I don't know either. Suddenly I just don't have the appetite, and I feel like throwing up. "Throwing up?" Susan was astonished for a while.

"I'm going up to sleep. I won't be eating." Jean Eyer made her way up the stairs weakly.

Susan saw her figure disappear and immediately sent a text message to Edgar Royden.

On the other end, the man was sitting in a booth at a bar while listening to Nathan Knox ramble on about work.

He lifted his eyes to look at the contents on his cellphone. His brows were locked.

Nathan Knox leaned over nosily. He saw the words on the screen and said, "Could it be that she's pregnant?"

Edgar Royden was momentarily surprised.

Nathan Knox listed it out one by one. "No appetite, nausea, feeling alright in the morning but not feeling well at night, this sounds like the symptoms of being pregnant." Edgar Royden clenched his cellphone tight.

He frowned doubtfully. "Is it possible she's playing some kind of game again?"

He believed that Jean Eyer would do anything to escape from his side.

He only used fifty million to threaten her, and she was putting on a show for him?

With one hand on the table, Nathan Knox was slightly tipsy and mumbled, "What if it's true?"

He shook his head. "Forget it. Let's drink."

But the figure of Edgar Royden beside him was long gone.

By the time Edgar Royden had rushed back to the villa, Jean Eyer had already slept. The man saw the lavish dinner on the table and the wrinkle in his brows deepened. It was unlike Jean Eyer's personality to not finish all the food.

He now believed that she was truly not feeling well.

He took off his coat and made his way up the stairs slowly. He tried opening her bedroom door but found it to be locked from the inside.

Edgar Royden pressed the bridge of his nose. The precautions she took against him were impenetrable.

Thinking about what Nathan Knox said, he immediately turned and went into his study room.

The next morning, Jean Eyer was surrounded by two doctors once she woke up. She looked at them warily, "What's going on?"

A holistic practitioner and a general practitioner held her down and started to examine her.

Susan explained in a small voice at the back. "Ms. Eyer, you weren't feeling well last night. After Mr. Royden found out, he sent these doctors here to take a look at you."

"I... I just didn't have the appetite, he didn't have to do this. It's not like I have any infectious disease. Did he really need to make a mountain out of a molehill!"

Jean Eyer threw her hands and struggled before running out.

"Nobody touch me!"

She was barefoot. When she looked up, she bumped into the man's deep eyes.

He held her hand with slight force. "Go get checked."

"I don't want to. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Jean Eyer pushed him away hard. She gritted her teeth and said, "If you're afraid that I have an infectious disease, let me leave immediately. With you here, I can't even eat a meal in peace."

"Is that true?" Edgar Royden's thin lips curled lightly.

He remembered very well that a few days ago, Jean Eyer didn't have much of an appetite.

Jean Eyer started to panic with his gaze on her. When she was about to retort, her cellphone rang.

She picked up and glared at the man's face.

"Edgar Royden, you went back on your word!"

"What?"

"You're still pretending! You promised to let the Racing Association change their decision, but they still sentenced the Black Horse Team to a half-year suspension from the races!" Jean Eyer gnashed her teeth in fury. As expected, she couldn't trust what this man said.

He was a liar!

She stepped on Edgar Royden's foot ruthlessly before putting on a coat and sprinting out.

"Mr. Royden, should we chase after her?" The bodyguard came up to ask.

The man gestured, and they backed off to the side instantly.

After Edgar Royden made a few calls, he drove to the Racing Association. He said what he did previously on purpose only to let Jean Eyer hear it. He didn't deliberately interfere in the Racing Association's judgements.

Around ten minutes later, Jean Eyer reached the Racing Association.

The Dark Horse Team, including Ben Ludwig, had already arrived inside and were discussing with Mr. Hoffer.

"According to the results of the previous investigation, although the Dark Horse Team had nothing to do with this, it still caused a bad influence. I need to do this to ensure that the racing circle is fair." Mr. Hoffer said while chuckling and holding a luxury cigar in his hands.

"What bad influence did we cause? Ben Ludwig and Jean Eyer almost died on the race track. How can you still sit there all relaxed when they nearly lost their lives?"