Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 464

Chapter 464

Four hours later.

Jean pulled out her luggage bag and exited the departure hall with Ben.

The sea breeze put her in a good mood. She could see Sonny, Franklin, and the others standing outside, waving at them.

"Great! Now that both of you are participating, we will surely be first."

"We would ace it even if there's a typhoon."

Franklin chuckled and helped Jean with her luggage.

"Thank you."

Jean was a little hungry.

She asked, "Why don't we eat first?"

"Sure, not a problem. Everything has been arranged"

Sonny brought them to the car happily.

However, just as they started walking, the sky suddenly darkened with dark clouds.

Soon, it began to rain heavily.It was a thunderstorm.

Ben frowned.

"I've heard about the unexpected weather here. But I didn't expect it to change so quickly"

"Yeah. The locals say they barely go out during this season." Sonny slowed down.

"We will pass by the competition venue soon. You can have a look. It's the famous Thunder Sand Dunes."

Jean looked forward and saw huge sand dunes to their right.

To be exact, it was a sandpit.

But with the storm, the place has become muddy and bumpy.

This was a test of driving skills and their vehicle's tolerance.

A little mistake might lead to an accident.

Their vehicle might overturn anytime.

"Jean, why don't you.."

Just as Ben was about to start persuading Jean not to participate in the competition, he saw Jean leaning against the chair. She had fallen asleep.

He had no choice but to stop talking. His phone screen lit up.It was a text message from Edgar.

'Don't let her join the competition.I will arrive tonight" Ben frowned.

He was puzzled.

In the evening, after they had dinner in the hotel, the thunderstorm stopped.

Jean, however, looked weak and exhausted.

"Ben, Jean, are we going to look at the competition venue?"

Franklin knocked on the door and asked.

"You guys go.I think I need more sleep."

Jean answered with a yawn.Ben immediately brought Franklin out when he saw Jean so tired.

"Ben, didn't you realize that Jean's not looking well? Should we go get her some plum candy?" Franklin took out his phone and glanced at it.

"I booked the venue for our practice at eight tomorrow."

He was just a little worried about Jean as she seemed weak.

Just as Ben was about to answer, he saw a figure heading toward them.He frowned.

"Franklin, go look for Sonny.I will arrive soon' Franklin nodded and left.

Ben clutched his phone and walked toward Edgar.

"The two of you are not in talks of remarrying. So she has the freedom to do anything she wants. You cannot keep interfering with her life." "How is she? Was she alright on the plane?"

He frowned and asked. He completely ignored Ben's reprimanding tone.

When Ben heard his question, he was puzzled.

"What is going on?"

Just as Edgar was about to answer him, the receptionist got a phone call from the guest room upstairs.

"Great, Ms.Eyer. What else do you want to eat?"

Both men exchanged glances and rushed to the receptionist.

The receptionist was taken aback. She put down the phone and asked, "What can I do to help both of you?"

"What did she ask for?" Edgar asked him in a low voice.

He stared at the receptionist solemnly.

"Some food and ice cream"

The receptionist answered and asked, "May I know who you are?"

"Her...ex-husband."

Edgar's eyes darkened.

"She can have food, but not ice cream. Tell her there is none"

Edgar brought his luggage upstairs as soon as he finished speaking.

Ben followed.

"Edgar, don't pretend you didn't hear me.Jean is a free woman now. She has her own life, and you have no right to interfere."

Edgar suddenly stopped.

"She is not feeling well, so she cannot take cold food. I'm not interfering with her life.I just don't want her to lose something again just because she is angry with me"

He turned around to answer Ben.

"You are her best friend. If one day she is willing to tell you what she is going through, I hope you can take good care of her' Ben frowned even harder.

He walked forward and grabbed Edgar's collar with both hands.

He spoke harshly, "How can you say so? What right have you got to dictate everything?"

Edgar's eyes darkened.

He pulled away Ben's hands slowly and went into his room.

The corridor was dimly lighted.

Ben turned around and headed to Jean's room.

But Edgar's words were etched deeply into his heart.

After pondering it for a moment, he decided to protect Jean in the dark.

He was in the same situation as Edgar.

He had no right to interfere with Jean's freedom.

Ten minutes later.

Jean opened the door when she heard the doorbell.

"Ms.Eyer, this is the food you ordered, with a glass of hot milk."

Jean looked at the waiter and answered, "I did not order any milk.I ordered ice cream."

She was craving cold food. The water smiled.

"Our apologies. The ice cream machine broke down, so we do not have any ice cream. This glass of milk is compensation."

Jean looked at the steaming milk and sighed helplessly.

"Alright then."

A figure flashed before her eyes when she closed the door.

"Miles?"

Jean thought that she was mistaken due to her drowsiness. She opened the door to confirm if it was him.

That person looked like Miles.

"I must be dreaming. I'm too exhausted"

She closed the door once more.

Miles, leaning against the wall, breathed a sigh of relief slowly.

"Luckily, I was not spotted.If not, I would have lost my job."

When he had brought the information about the race to Edgar, he had not dared to look at Edgar.It was too terrifying.

"Is she going to join this type of race?"

This was too strenuous compared to the races they had back home.

Most importantly, she was registered as one of the participants in the race.

That meant she will be alone in the car during the race.

A little mistake would lead to unforeseen consequences.

"Miles, replace out if they need a sponsor for this race."

Edgar was already exhausted.

Miles contacted the organizers right away.

Their answer was no.

"This race has become very popular among the locals over the years. So they have local companies and groups as sponsors."

The man pressed his throbbing temples with his long, slender fingers.

Then, he took a deep sigh.

After quite some time, he spoke slowly.

"Then go and ask if they are still accepting participants."

Miles widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Mr.Royden, you are not thinking of joining the race yourself...Are you?"