Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 282

Chapter 282 Obsession

"Things are exactly what you see. I have nothing else to say." Edgar uttered in an indifferent tone. He had yet to recover his composure from Jean's behavior just now.

He had never seen her defend him in such a stern manner. It felt as if he had found the relationship he was missing.

"Don't you play tricks with me, Edgar Royden. I'm well aware of the affairs between you and Jean. She hates you to the core. How could she possibly be together with you again? I heard loud and clear how your servant addressed her." Ben scowled as he tightened his grip on Edgar's collar.

He couldn't keep his cool anymore at the thought of Jean staying with Edgar these few days.

Why?! In order to approach Jean, I gave in to my parents and accepted the responsibility to manage the company. I learned how to be strong so that Jean didn't have to suffer with Edgar. But is this what I'm getting in return?

Ben's chest heaved heavily as he burned in anger. Glaring at Edgar, he lifted his fist and punched him right in his face.

This time, Edgar bit the bullet and did not dodge Ben's attack. Blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth, but he wiped it off gently with his finger.

"Tell me!" Roaring and glaring at Edgar, Ben almost lost his rationality.

"She lost her memory." Edgar lifted his head to look at Ben. His eyes looked so profound that one couldn't perceive his actual thoughts.

"What?"

Edgar cast a glance upstairs. After ensuring that Jean couldn't hear their conversation, he walked to the couch and poured two cups of tea.

Then, he filled Ben in on the incident. Besides the entanglement between Melody and the Royden family, he did not keep anything away from Ben.

After hearing what Edgar said, Ben's face turned as pale as a sheet. He shook his head in disbelief and mumbled, "That is impossible. How could she possibly forget all that has happened? It must be you....." Edgar gazed at Ben aloofly and spat word by word, "I can't guarantee other things, but I can say that I'm not any less concerned about her than you."

At once, Ben was at a loss for words.

Only after taking over the company did he realize that Edgar had been helping Jean to protect the Eyer family. Especially, after Eyer Group changed its name, Edgar had secretly spent a lot of effort to help Jean establish her position in the industry without her realizing it.

Indeed, Ben couldn't hold a candle to Edgar from this perspective.

"But that doesn't nullify the fact that you hurt her. Do you dare to tell her how Mr. Eyer passed away?" Ben questioned Edgar fiercely.

"She still doesn't know the truth."

Ben's rage was ignited by such an apathetic response.

"Edgar Royden, how dare you deceive her like this? You can make up for everything else, but you can't possibly bring Mr. Eyer back to life!" Edgar closed his eyes in agony. This was exactly what he had been thinking about the past few days. Indeed, there was nothing he could do. "Say something!"

Edgar inhaled deeply and muttered, "What if I explain everything to her? What then?"

Ben remained silent with a serious look.

"Are we going to watch her go through the same agony again?"

The last thing he wanted was to see Jean suffer.

Meanwhile, Jean was leaning against the door, listening for any commotion from downstairs.

Susan stayed beside her and kept talking to her. "Madam, why don't you go and lie on the bed to rest? Or, would you like to have some snacks?"

"It's okay." Jean gestured for Susan to keep quiet before placing her ear harder to the door.

However, the soundproof system in the house was excellent, so she couldn't hear anything from downstairs.

Just as she was about to give up, the door suddenly opened from the outside.

Edgar's striped shirt came into sight.

Startled, Jean quickly lifted her head and put on a smile. "Hey, Edgar, are you okay?"

Seeing her smile, Edgar nodded and turned to Susan and said, "You may excuse yourself now."

"Yes, sir." With that, Susan left the room so that the two could talk in private.

Jean tipped her toes, hoping to observe the scene downstairs, but Edgar closed the door and stood tall in front of her.

"Edgar, what did you guys talk about?" She asked curiously.

"We talked about you." His eyes were tinged with scrutiny as he drew closer to Jean and caressed her chin.

Unlike last night, his actions were more forceful today.

Jean frowned.

"To you, is he more important than me?" Suddenly, Edgar took a big step forward, causing both of them to fall on the queen-sized bed.

His arm was placed around her waist.

Had Ben cared for her and comforted her too in our sham marriage?

At that thought, Edgar couldn't bring himself to suppress the jealousy that overwhelmed him.

His frustration hijacked his ability to think rationally.

Jean was stunned for a second before she said, "You're definitely the most important one."

Worrying that Edgar wouldn't believe her, she quickly added, "There are only two men I love the most in this world - you and my dad. Don't tell me you're going to be jealous of my dad."

Her voice was as soft as silk, but it pierced Edgar's heart like a knife. Edgar felt as if his heart was being torn into pieces.

Her father had died because of him!

Edgar's face darkened at once. Suddenly, Jean pulled away from his arms and said nonchalantly with a smile, "Don't worry. Ben and I are just friends. We were friends in the past, and it'll remain the same in the future. Nothing will change."

Feeling the emptiness in his arms, Edgar heaved a deep sigh and got up to sit at her right side.

There was a pin-drop silence in the room. They were sitting right next to each other, yet Edgar had to muster all his courage to touch her.

"Edgar, I hope you can understand that since I chose you as my husband, you'll be my only choice as long as I live."

Edgar's eyes trembled. He sprang up all of a sudden. "I have some matters to attend to at the company. Please don't wait for me tonight." He was afraid that if he stayed for a second more, he would confess everything to her.

He wasn't coveting for her to stay by his side, but he didn't know how to minimize the hurt she could possibly experience.

In fact, he had even thought about taking the same injection and losing his memory together with Jean.

On the other hand, Jean was in a completely different world.

The emotions in her eyes became complicated. Sitting on the bed, she grasped the bed sheet tightly as tears flowed down her cheeks.

Staring at the closed door, she laughed ruefully while crying. "Edgar Royden, you're such a heartless man."

Maybe he doesn't even care if I live or die. How am I going to carry on with my life from here?

Jean embraced herself and gradually stopped sobbing, leaving traces of tears on her face.

Knock. Knock.

"Madam, dinner is ready."

Madam? Ha! How sarcastic.