Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 474

Chapter 474

Up until she was about to disembark, Jean felt that she was having an illusion.

How can Edgar be so gentle and considerate? He had taken responsibility for all the luggage and had even instructed Miles beforehand to arrange for a driver to pick them up so that Jean would feel comfortable.

When Jean got into the car, the temperature of the car seat was just right.

Even a rock would be warmed up.

"Susan has prepared food at home. Come back to my place first. I'll send you home later, alright?"

Jean's gaze was directed outside the window.

"Why are you asking me since you've already decided?"

A deep meaning flickered across Edgar's eyes as he instructed the driver to go.

"Is your stomach feeling better?"

He poured warm water from a thermos flask and handed it to her. It was as if Jean was electrocuted when their fingers touched.

The throbbing feelings that she shouldn't be having surged again.

Jean immediately frowned.

"It's fine" She took the cup and drank it in one go.

No matter how she lost her temper and got angry, it seemed like Edgar didn't feel anything.

He accommodated her without complaint and was more attentive than the nanny at home.

There were a few times when Jean almost couldn't control her emotions.

Her words were on the tip of her tongue, and she couldn't help but swallow it back down.

When the door opened, Susan had prepared everything.

On the dining table were Jean's favorite dishes.

There were savory, sweet, hot, and cold dishes.

There was even ice cream for her.

"I was afraid that...you would be unwell if we ate outside.Susan made these at home, so you can eat in moderation."

He took off his coat, and his voice was deep and icy as usual.

But it was easy to hear the trace of indulgence that couldn't be hidden.

It was as though she could do anything she wanted in his scope of care.

Jean didn't know why but she was very taken by it today.

It had been a long time since trouble befell the Eyer family that someone had taken care of her like this.

She had carried everything on her own.

What Edgar did unexpectedly lowered her defenses.

"Aren't you eating?" She asked as she sat down.

It was as though Edgar never thought that she would ask him such a question.

His eyes were colored with mirth as he walked over and pulled out a chair before sitting across from her.

"Lam.I'll eat with you. Only Miles, who was at the back carrying the luggage in, knew that his boss hadn't eaten properly for a whole day since Edgar had been taking care of Jean. He hadn't managed to take care of himself. But Miles could only let such words stay in his head. He didn't have the nerve to say it.

Once the things were packed, Miles hesitated again and again before he walked behind Edgar.

"Mr.Royden, don't forget this. Miles handed Edgar a black box. There was a faint aroma of peppermint.It smelled pretty good.

Jean raised her brows.

She was slightly curious.

Only to see Edgar put it on the side of the chair as he avoided Jean's searching gaze.

Jean took a bite of the food and paid no attention to it.

Once she was full, she was hit with a wave of sleepiness.

Edgar, who was sitting across from her, got up at once.

"The guest room is empty.Will you be staying tonight?"

He was different from before! Jean suddenly sat up straight. She looked up at him.

"Edgar, can you speak properly?"

The man was startled.

What did he do wrong? This was what Nathan had taught him. And along the way, he felt like these means were pretty effective. Jean sitting and eating comfortably in his house was solid proof. But he couldn't understand the situation before his eyes. "What did I do wrong?"

His tone was soft and gentle, afraid that he would infuriate her.

Jean was at a loss for words. She wanted to get into a rage and argue with him but had no reason to.

After holding it in for a long time, her cheeks flushed.

"You drank all the pumpkin soup! I haven't had enough!"

As soon as she said it, she picked up her bag and went up to the second floor.

She knew exactly where the guest room was.

'Thud' The door closed and Edgar stood by the dining table.

The smile on his face deepened.

"Susan, make pumpkin soup again tomorrow' Susan was at one side clearing the dishes.

Her hand paused, and she coughed.

"Mr.Royden, have you considered that perhaps Ms. Eyer doesn't like pumpkin soup?"

Edgar turned around, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

"But she said so just now."

Susan opened her mouth and swallowed what she wanted to say.

"I will prepare it tomorrow' He had to understand such things by himself.

Jean wasn't used to such a gentle and intimate relationship.

It had been very long since someone had cared for her like this, and it was Edgar, of all people.

The more attentively he cared for her, the more she wavered.

She couldn't differentiate whether she was willing to accept his good intentions.

Had she been too lonely these days, so she lost her mind at his momentary kindness? Jean lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.

She opened the door and wanted to go downstairs to get a glass of water when she heard a noise in the study room. She walked over in bewilderment.

Through the crack of the door, she saw Edgar slouching and putting lotion on the wound on his back.

It was the injury from the accident during the practice race.

There were two long wounds below his left shoulder on his back.

"Let me do it" She furrowed her brows and pushed the door open before going in.

She picked up a cotton swab and the lotion that had to be applied and dealt with it quickly.

As the lotion was rubbed on his skin, the man gasped because of the pain.

Jean did it quickly because she was afraid that he would be in pain.

When she was done with the last of the gauze, both their foreheads were filled with drops of perspiration.

"Why didn't you say anything if you were hurt so badly?"

If she hadn't seen it by chance, how long would he have hidden it? Edgar looked down and put his shirt on. He said indifferently, "It's not in the way."

Jean gritted her teeth, and her frown deepened.

"Anything is fine as long as you're not injured, he said as he took away the cotton swab in her hands and cleaned the desk. Jean stood by the desk and didn't move for a long time. "Do you still hate me, Jean?"

He asked as he went closer to her. She shook her head.

There were too many things that she didn't know how to say, but she couldn't help but admit that she had already let go of those things. The man's thin lips slowly closed.

"Then tell me the truth, what..."

"It's late.I should be sleeping."

Jean turned and wanted to escape.

She almost bumped into the floor lamp behind her.

Edgar hesitated for a moment but didn't stop her.

He watched as she walked to the door and went back to the guest room swiftly. He shook his head with a bitter smile.

"It seems like the trick of injuring myself to get close to her isn't working."

He still had a long way to go.

If she didn't put down her defenses, he wouldn't be able to get a single truth out of her.

Or perhaps this was a test given to him by the heavens.

When Jean closed the door, she covered her heart and mumbled, "No. You can't say it.Jean, you must stay strong. You can't lay down your arms and surrender.So what if you're pregnant? Would he let you keep this child?"

She wasn't confident.

She couldn't gamble with this life that hadn't come easily.

The night darkened, and Jean lay on the bed as she looked up at the ceiling.

Many things surged in her mind.

Royden Group, Pinnacle Group, and...