Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 194

Chapter 194 Imprisoned

In the morning. When Jean opened her eyes, she felt refreshed. Her night wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. She did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, she felt a sense of security which she had not felt for a very long time.

But when she saw the handsome face in front of her, her eyes widened at once! Why was she on Edgar's bed?

Did she climb up by herself last night?

She lowered her head and saw her now free wrist. However, she was now holding onto Edgar's shirt tightly. Jean shuddered. She let go of her grasp hurriedly. No one would know if she didn't tell!

Jean looked at the man on the bed. She pushed him gently. He did not respond. "Is he still unconscious? Perhaps I should ask Nathan about it..." She muttered. Then she put on a pair of slippers and went into the bathroom.

The handsome man slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the closed bathroom door and listened to the sound of the shower. He looked very relaxed. However, he closed his eyes again before Jean got out of the bathroom.

Jean ignored him. She went up to the door and tried to open it. Nevertheless, she could not do so. "Is it broken?"

Jean tried a few more times, but she still could not open it. She looked at the man who was still asleep on the bed. She banged on the door and shouted, "Susan, are you out there? The door is broken!" After a while later, Susan's footsteps could be heard outside. "What's wrong, Ms. Eyer?"

"Is this door broken? I cannot open it!" Jean cursed under her breath. "They're so rich yet they have such a substandard quality door lock!"

"Don't worry, Ms. Eyer. This door lock often has problems like this. I'll go get someone to fix it." Susan sounded anxious. "When can it be done?"

"Um... I can't say for sure. But I will go get someone to repair it right away." Susan's voice drifted further. Jean sighed. She turned around and looked at Edgar, who was still unconscious on bed. She frowned hard.

Does this mean that she had to spend time with Edgar alone in this room before the lock is repaired?

She'd rather be the one taking Tyler's blow. After more than ten minutes, there was still no movements outside. Jean banged on the door once more. "Susan, are they coming?"

But there was no sound from Susan. Instead, her shout woke the person on the bed. "So noisy."

He looked at her coldly. His Adam's apple rolled as he ordered. "Water." Jean replied him calmly. "I'm not your maid." Edgar narrowed his eyes. "For whose sake am I lying here?"

Jean's heart skipped a beat. She could feel what was coming for her soon. She quickly made herself clear. "I did not tell you to save me. The person who hit you was Tyler Sans, not me. You should take revenge on him if you're unhappy about it."

Although her words sounded mean, it was the truth.

She wouldn't change her opinion or attitude toward him just because he saved her once.

As soon as she finished speaking, the man's eyes darkened. He knew it, this woman had always been difficult.

"Fine. What about my coat and my shirt?" He raised his eyebrows lightly. There was a hint of anger in his eyes.

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Jean pursed her lips. "Of course the coat is fine. The shirt... You should..."

She racked her brains and tried hard to come up with an excuse.

Edgar used all the strength he had to get up of the bed. But his movements were slow because his wound hurt.

"Come here."

Jean pursed her lips. She glanced towards the door.

Damn this door! Why did it have to break down at this time!

Edgar raised his head and gazed at her, with no emotion in his eyes.

Jean walked over reluctantly. She squatted down in front of him and said, "Hold my arm."

She thought of herself as an emotionless wooden stick, acting as a crutch for once should be fine.

Little did she expect him to wrap his uninjured arm around her shoulder and pull her into his arms.

"You!"

She gritted her teeth and was about to scold him, but as she raised her head she saw the wound on his forehead and his agonized expression. "Forget it."

She did not want to owe him anyway.

Edgar turned his head to the side. His voice was still cold. "Bring me to the bathroom. I want to use the toilet."

"You don't have to tell me what you want to do."

It was quite tedious for Jean to hold him up. It was her first time feeling so weak.

She did not realize that the man had deliberately put all his weight on her. He only used the bathroom door to support himself when he reached the bathroom. "Wait for me at the door."

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Jean waited till the bathroom door closed. Then she immediately ran to the bedroom door. She shouted loudly as she banged onto it continuously. "Susan, Susan!"

Susan did not answer her calls.

Jean started to suspect that something fishy was going on. She began to shout, "Susan, Edgar says he's hungry."

After a few minutes, Susan came. "I was cleaning the garden just now, so I just heard your shouts. Are you hungry?"

Jean nodded profusely. "Yes, he's going to faint from starvation. Hurry and get someone to repair the lock."

But Susan's answer ruined Jean's expectations.

"I will lower some food for you from the upstairs' window. The locksmith is away. He will not arrive anytime soon." Susan comforted Jean. "Don't worry. I made both of you some soup. I'll bring it right away." Jean banged onto the door helplessly. She did not want any soup. She just wanted to leave this place.

She heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and met his dark, gloomy eyes.

The look he gave her made her feel very uncomfortable.

Jean stared back at him. "What? Now thanks to you, I can't get out of this place."

She had to get her food from the window. It was like she was being imprisoned.

Edgar leaned against the wall and replied nonchalantly. "I'm trapped here too."

Jean could only frown. She diverted her anger toward the food. She ignored Edgar and started digging into her food when it arrived.

"Is it delicious?" The man stared at her coldly.

"Yeah. Susan has always been good in cooking." Jean ate the braised drumstick greedily. She looked at the other dishes and said, "You shouldn't eat too much at the moment. I will finish this so that the food won't go to waste."

She picked the food and ate as she spoke.

Soon, there was nothing left on the table.

Edgar rubbed his forehead. "How many days has it been since you last ate?"

Jean did not reply him.

In the end, Edgar only had a little bit of soup. The rest of the dishes were finished by Jean.

Then, he realized that this might be her tactic to force him out of the room.