Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 222

Chapter 222 Dream

Sitting on the sofa, Jean reminisced about the moments in the conference room. Suddenly the answering machine set off. "Edgar, it's me. My dad asked you to come here tonight and talk about our wedding. Can you make it?"

Gigi's voice lingered in the room. Jean mindlessly clasped her fingers together and zoned out. Maybe Edgar really had the intention to use this project to improve their relationship with the Reece family. Perhaps her abrupt show-up at the meeting just now had ruined his plan again.

If only this had happened in the past, Jean would've been very glad. But the situation had changed, and Eyer Group and family really needed this project for redemption. Even if it meant that she had to kowtow with Edgar for him to spare her family and company. Even if she had to beg him. Why not?

She had no more self-love and self-esteem in front of him. Jean had made up her mind. Due to body and mind exhaustion these few days, she gradually dozed off in Edgar's office.

In her sleep, she dreamily detected the smell of aromatic coffee blended with a scent of hypnotic pheromone. The fragrant concoction gave her a sense of security. She snuggled her bag and muttered. "Susan... I want to eat braised pork tonight...and..."

The man who had just come in from the conference room paused and looked at her. Miles came in next, "Mr. Royden, you have a dinner appointment with Mr. King at Twombley Bistro in the evening. It's time for you to go."

Edgar lifted his hand, "Cancel it." Miles noticed Jean snoozing and immediately lowered his voice, "Okay, Mr. Royden. I'll cancel it immediately." "What's Twombley Bistro's signature dish?"

"Braised pork." Jean slept like a baby. She could even smell braised pork in her dream. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and was unsure of where she was until she saw the man working at the table. He had a pair of bushy eyebrows which she liked.

He burrowed them lightly as if something was bothering him. Jean nagged at him as she thought it was a dream, "Edgar, frowning will make you age faster. You will look ugly."

The man froze and looked up. She had just woken up and his jacket was still covering her body. She looked blur and innocent. From his angle, he could see the delicate skin under her collar. He swallowed saliva and his voice sounded cold and deep, "Are you awake?"

His voice startled and woke her up. Then she recalled that she was waiting for him in his office but later dozed off unknowingly. And he had laid his jacket on her!

She couldn't think for a while. Then, she sprung up from the sofa and unwittingly exposed more of her skin under the collar.

Edgar closed the document with a snap and strutted to her. He said in a cold and intimidating tone, "Are you trying to seduce me with your looks so I would spare Eyer Group? Is this what you're going to do if your plan fails?" "I'm not......"

Before she could finish speaking, he had wrapped his arms around her waist. Objects thumped on the ground as Edgar swept all the documents off his desk .and eagerly propped her up on it. He suddenly leaned over and exposed the lust in his eyes in front of her. "Actually, you're still dreaming."

Jean was confused and scared. Next, her lips were sealed in a lingering tender kiss, and it later transformed into a fiery passionate kiss. She liked it. His touches were gentle as they fired up her senses. Am I still dreaming?

Otherwise, Edgar would never do this to her. Her heartbeat raced while she leaned her head backwards. Suddenly, she stopped him, "No, not like this." "But this is just a dream. No?"

He sounded hoarse. God knew he had endured countless troubled nights. He worried that she would resist him and be terrified of him. He stared down at her and saw that she was gripping his shirt tightly and the delicate skin on her neck was bruised by him.

He was desperate. Jean shook her head with her eyes closed, "No. Not even in a dream!" Edgar grabbed her shoulders. He paused for a moment and said in a deep voice, “Okay."

He carefully carried her and placed her on the sofa, "Sleep for a while more." Jean shut her eyes. Her eyelashes trembled. She hesitantly loosened her grip on his shirt. Is this really a dream?

In a daze, accompanied by the sound of receding footsteps, Jean went back to sleep. When she woke up again, she tried to recall the dream. Her brows were knotted in confusion. Then, she looked up as Edgar walked in with some food.

"Have something to eat." He seemed to be back to his aloof and cold self again. He left the food on the table then went back to his desk to work. In fact, Jean was famished. She smelled a familiar smell and called out, "Braised pork?!"

She remembered that Edgar didn't like to eat braised pork. Why did he buy this?

And what a coincidence that she had been craving it today. Jean glanced at the man at the far side. The latter said coldly, "If you don't like it then just throw it away."

Jean heard his words and scrambled to take out the chopsticks and indulged in the dish. It must have been a dream just now!

She was busy stuffing her face. Edgar turned off his computer and walked over, only to see that the braised pork was almost finished, but there was still rice left.

He took a glance at the food, sat down, and started eating. He didn't mind eating Jean's leftovers.

Jean cleaned her mouth, "About that, Mr. Royden."

"Don't talk about business at mealtime." The man instructed nonchalantly, and she was startled.

Jean had no choice but to hush.

He ate very slowly, and she could only wait patiently.

Miles came in after knocking on the door, "Mr. Royden, the car is here."

Jean thought Edgar had to leave for work soon, but then she recalled the voice message on the answering machine just now. She felt despondent. "The driver will send you back," he said coldly.

Jean grabbed her belongings and stood up, "Gigi left you a voice message on the answering machine just now."

And then, she drew a breath of relief, "Sorry for showing up abruptly and interrupting your work, Mr. Royden. I promise it won't happen again.” Then, she left his office.

The man froze with the chopsticks still in his hand.

He put down the chopsticks and frowned.

He never blamed her, nor did he want to blame her.

Jean was sent home by Edgar's driver. The driver made sure she had entered the apartment complex before leaving.

The security guards of the apartment complex teemed in a crowd.

"She has a driver to send her home. Why is she still living in an apartment complex like this?"

"I have the same doubt. She must be a mistress or something."

Meanwhile at Reece Residence.

Gigi bellowed while sitting at the dining table.

"Edgar must be still upset with me because of your harsh words. Look! He didn't even return my call!"

Edgar came to Reece Residence on the same day he touched down from an international business trip.

But he had left after getting into a feisty argument with Sam.

So, Gigi mustered up courage and gave him a call but to her surprise, Edgar ignored her.

"No way. I must go to his house now." Gigi stood up on the spot.

Sam looked teed off.

Winnie held her back immediately, "You are pregnant now. Don't overtire yourself. And also, be a lady, you can't just throw yourself at him."

"Really!? You want me to be a lady, but do you have any idea that Jean is perving on Edgar now? Today she went to Royden Group and stirred up a storm. And instead of terminating the contract, Edgar decided to stay on the course with Eyer Group. If this goes on..."

She would lose Edgar to Jean.