Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 312

Chapter 312 I Won't Treat Marriage Like a Joke

Two days later, Jean was released on bail because of insufficient evidence. Ben was the one who came to pick her up. "Let's eat first?" Ben's hand was on the steering wheel as he peeked his head out to look at Jean.

Jean felt the breeze and smiled lightly. It was as if the clock had turned back one year. At that time, she had also just been released from prison, and it was Ben who had come to pick her up.

"Gigi is busy with interviews and appears on television every day. My mom is annoyed just by seeing her face," Ben said as soon as he was done ordering food, "you're helping her so much, but she isn't appreciative at all."

Jean looked down as she took a sip of her drink, not saying anything. "The Reece family have been looking for famed lawyers these few days to sue you so that you'll stay in prison for a long time." Ben's voice grew colder. "Don't you plan on telling her the truth?"

He was extremely distressed that she had to bear such a heavy burden on her own.

Jean fell silent.

"I've been thinking about it for the past few days whether to tell her." She raised her hand and tied her hair up. Her appearance became a lot more relaxed, as if her thoughts had also become clearer. "What have you concluded?" Ben was more nervous about it than her.

"I can't tell her."

Jean smiled brightly. "It's because there's still something that I have yet to investigate fully. Once I have, I will tell her all about it."

Ben was so infuriated by her that he didn't know what to say.

"When you stuck to your ways obstinately back then and were in prison for a year, I really regretted not stopping you. But you're doing the same thing now." Ben didn't know what to do. Why doesn't she think about her own life at all?

It wasn't as if Jean didn't know what he was thinking about.

It was just that things had already come to such a stage. If she didn't play the part fully, Edgar, who was such a meticulous person, wouldn't believe it.

Also...

The food arrived, and the two of them started eating.

Shortly after, there was a figure that walked in through the door and rushed to Jean.

Edgar had an urgent expression. He had rushed over when he received the news. He never thought that he was still one step behind Ben.

When he saw that Jean was safe and sound, he breathed a small sigh of relief.

But at the same time, when he realized that she was only willing to ask Ben for help and was so distant from him, his heart was filled with pent-up rage. "Follow me." He reached his hand out to pull Jean, but she avoided him.

"Mr. Royden, there are boundaries between us. Please have some self-respect." Jean was digging into her food, which seemed delicious.

His hands grabbed nothing, and the frown on his brows deepened.

He suddenly leaned forward and grabbed Jean's shoulders.

"Edgar, what are you doing?" Ben panicked.

But Edgar put one hand out to stop Ben. His gaze was still directed at Jean's fair side profile. "This has to do with her and me. Who are you to interfere?"

“I."

"If that isn't enough, I am her ex-husband. Who are you?"

Edgar's thin lips pursed tightly. "Follow me. Otherwise, I'm not sure what I'll do."

He had been tolerant enough.

With such a situation before his eyes, he couldn't ignore her and let her be. He had to ask her about it properly. Otherwise, if the Reece family made their move first, she would be in bad shape. Jean wiped her mouth leisurely as she lifted her eyes to look at the man in front of her.

She chuckled. "As you said, you're only my ex-husband. You should be a little more polite when speaking to my boyfriend."

Edgar's actions stopped abruptly.

"Ben has been pursuing me for so long, so I've agreed to date him. Furthermore, we don't need any groundwork for our relationship. Once I'm done with the Reece family's lawsuit, we will get married so that I can bear children for the Ludwig family and spread their roots."

"Jean, you don't have to..."

"Don't tell me that you think I'm deliberately infuriating you, Edgar? Do you think that I'm the type of person to gamble my happiness away in a moment's rage? I'm not like you. I won't treat marriage like a joke!"

Jean said every word firmly.

Her eyes clearly reflected the man's ice-cold face, but she didn't hesitate at all.

"Can you take your hand away now, Mr. Royden?"

It was as if Edgar's heart had been gouged into a thousand little pieces. His fingers slowly loosened, and there was an infinite disappointment in his eyes.

It seemed like nothing had happened as Jean continued eating.

Edgar finally pulled his hand back and slowly clenched his fingers into a fist.

He ground his teeth, and between his lips, he said, "Alright. I'm waiting for your big day. I'll definitely congratulate both of you."

He turned and strode out of the door.

The entire lounge was silent. Neighboring tables heard what they said, and they started gossiping about it.

Outside the full-length windows, Edgar didn't turn around as he got into his car and left.

Only Ben, who was sitting in front of Jean, could clearly see her tears drip into her food.

His eyes were filled with distress. "It would have been great if what you just said was the truth."

Jean's fingers gripped her utensils tightly. She sobbed as she said, "I'm sorry. I used you without any warning. I'll personally come and explain if your parents ask about it."

Ben lifted his hand to take food for her.

"You don't need to explain. I can take care of such a small matter."

The corner of Jean's lips twitched. She smiled in a tired yet grateful manner, "Thank you."

After she finished her meal, she returned to Eyer Residence.

The door was covered with scribbles in red paint, cursing her for not being human and making a move toward a child.

"It looks like there are good results from Gigi's interview." Jean sneered and pushed the door open in an unconcerned manner before she walked in.

Although the yard was clean, there was loneliness to it because it was too quiet.

Jean's shoe prints were left on the stone steps as she made her way into the villa one step at a time.

She had just sat down when there was an uproar at the door.

"This is that woman's house. Let's go, girls!"

"Shameless whore who destroyed Gigi's marriage. You deserve to die in prison."

"You laid your hands on a child who isn't even a month old. Are you even human? No wonder your husband abandoned you. Wench."

They were most likely Gigi's fans and were holding baskets of eggs and fruits as they threw them into the yard of Eyer Residence.

The scribbles in paint were probably the work of these fans as well.

Jean sat in the living room as she watched them throw things and curse at her outside.

"Let's come again tomorrow until she has been punished by the law, girls. We have to do this for Gigi!"

Seeing those fans in high spirits, Jean couldn't help but laugh.

Her cell phone vibrated and buzzed. It was a call from Rachel.

"Ms. Eyer, the company's affairs have been taken care of, just as you instructed us to. All the projects that have yet to be started have been postponed indefinitely. The company's accounts have been audited, and there are no problems. Everyone's salaries for this month have been settled as well."

"Alright. Thank you for your trouble."

On the other end of the phone, Rachel suddenly burst into tears.

"Don't be sad, Ms. Eyer. No matter how difficult it is, this, too, will pass. I believe that you're not what the news makes you out to be. I'm willing to stay at Eyer Group no matter what!"

Many other employees shouted in support as well.

"We are willing to stay too!"

"We believe you, Ms. Eyer."

Hearing their cries, the rim of Jean's eyes reddened. "Thank you all."