Chapter 162
Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life
Chapter 162 Itâs Her Fault
As soon as Winnie Campbellâs words faded away, Andy Shaw slammed the steering wheel, and the car came to a screeching halt by the side of the road.
Winnie Campbellâs eyes widened. She was so frightened she didnât dare utter a word. Andy Shaw smirked coldly. He looked at Winnie Campbell. âI only called you Mrs. Reece seeing as how youâre Mr. Reeceâs second wife, but youâre driving a wedge between me and Mr. Royden?â
âI⦠Iâm not.â Winnie Campbell tried to explain hurriedly. But Andy Shaw already turned his head. âPlease get out of the car.â
Winnie Campbell was like a person who lifted a rock only to drop it on her own toes. She could only silently get out from the car. Once the car door shut, Andy Shaw stepped on the accelerator and sped away. Winnie Campbell cursed silently. âWhat bad luck.â
This was Jean Eyerâs fault. In the car, Andy Shaw took out his cellphone and dialed a number. âCheck on Ben Ludwigâs racing team, andâ¦â
Chase after Jean Eyer?
Andy Shawâs brows raised slightly. Not long after Jean Eyer left, she was found and taken back by Edgar Roydenâs bodyguards. The people from Perles had already left. Gigi Reece was also nowhere to be found.
âYou want to escape after creating trouble for me?â The man sat on the couch. His eyes were gloomy and cold but veiled by flickering flames of anger.
Jean Eyer immediately shook her head to deny. âIâm not. I was being so cooperative. Remember my actions at the end.â
The next second, Edgar Royden waved her over.
Jean Eyer frowned. âJust say it where you are. I can hear you.â
âCome. Here.â
Jean Eyer was frustrated and had to take those few steps. âWhat I said was the truth. No matter how many times you ask, itâll be the same.â
Sheâd always been stubborn and had no tears until she saw the coffin.
Edgar Royden stared at her. He said slowly, enunciating every single word. âFrom now until the Perles advertisement shoot is done, you have to stay here and be on-call. Otherwise, the fifty million fees for breaking the contract will be on you.â
âWhat?â
Jean Eyer was stunned for a moment. âWhat does it have to do with me? Iâ¦â
But Edgar Royden clearly stopped listening to her. Heâd walked away.
Soon, Susan came to work and saw Jean Eyer in the living room. She shook her head helplessly before turning around to lock the door and put the key in her pocket.
âIâm sorry, Ms. Eyer. These are instructions from Mr. Royden.â
Jean Eyer said through gritted teeth, âSusan, I want to eat lobsters tonight. Ten of them.â
Susan was startled for a moment but quickly nodded. âAlright. No problem.â
Edgar Royden instructed that as long as Jean Eyer had the appetite, she should get what she wanted.
But Susan couldnât understand why he had to use this sort of approach when he clearly wanted her to stay by his side.
The dinner table that night was filled with a variety of dishes.
Jean Eyer was about to dig in when she felt an overturning of rivers and seas in her stomach. She ran to the washroom and threw up all over the place. She rubbed her stomach with a confused expression. Delicacies of every kind were in front of her, but why did she feel nauseous?
âWhatâs wrong, Ms. Eyer?â Susan immediately gave her a cup of hot water. She helped Jean Eyer sit down when she saw Jean Eyerâs pale face.
Jean Eyer shook her head weakly when she smelled the aroma of the dishes. âI donât know either. Suddenly I just donât have the appetite, and I feel like throwing up.â
âThrowing up?â Susan was astonished for a while.
âIâm going up to sleep. I wonât be eating.â Jean Eyer made her way up the stairs weakly.
Susan saw her figure disappear and immediately sent a text message to Edgar Royden.
On the other end, the man was sitting in a booth at a bar while listening to Nathan Knox ramble on about work.
He lifted his eyes to look at the contents on his cellphone. His brows were locked.
Nathan Knox leaned over nosily. He saw the words on the screen and said, âCould it be that sheâs pregnant?â
Edgar Royden was momentarily surprised.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Nathan Knox listed it out one by one. âNo appetite, nausea, feeling alright in the morning but not feeling well at night, this sounds like the symptoms of being pregnant.â
Edgar Royden clenched his cellphone tight.
He frowned doubtfully. âIs it possible sheâs playing some kind of game again?â
He believed that Jean Eyer would do anything to escape from his side.
He only used fifty million to threaten her, and she was putting on a show for him?
With one hand on the table, Nathan Knox was slightly tipsy and mumbled, âWhat if itâs true?â
He shook his head. âForget it. Letâs drink.â
But the figure of Edgar Royden beside him was long gone.
By the time Edgar Royden had rushed back to the villa, Jean Eyer had already slept. The man saw the lavish dinner on the table and the wrinkle in his brows deepened.
It was unlike Jean Eyerâs personality to not finish all the food.
He now believed that she was truly not feeling well.
He took off his coat and made his way up the stairs slowly. He tried opening her bedroom door but found it to be locked from the inside.
Edgar Royden pressed the bridge of his nose. The precautions she took against him were impenetrable.
Thinking about what Nathan Knox said, he immediately turned and went into his study room.
The next morning, Jean Eyer was surrounded by two doctors once she woke up. She looked at them warily, âWhatâs going on?â
A holistic practitioner and a general practitioner held her down and started to examine her.
Susan explained in a small voice at the back. âMs. Eyer, you werenât feeling well last night. After Mr. Royden found out, he sent these doctors here to take a look at you.â
âI⦠I just didnât have the appetite, he didnât have to do this. Itâs not like I have any infectious disease. Did he really need to make a mountain out of a molehill!â
Jean Eyer threw her hands and struggled before running out.
âNobody touch me!â
She was barefoot. When she looked up, she bumped into the manâs deep eyes.
He held her hand with slight force. âGo get checked.â
âI donât want to. Who are you to tell me what to do?â Jean Eyer pushed him away hard. She gritted her teeth and said, âIf youâre afraid that I have an infectious disease, let me leave immediately. With you here, I canât even eat a meal in peace.â
âIs that true?â Edgar Roydenâs thin lips curled lightly.
He remembered very well that a few days ago, Jean Eyer didnât have much of an appetite.
Jean Eyer started to panic with his gaze on her. When she was about to retort, her cellphone rang.
She picked up and glared at the manâs face.
âEdgar Royden, you went back on your word!â
âWhat?â
âYouâre still pretending! You promised to let the Racing Association change their decision, but they still sentenced the Black Horse Team to a half-year suspension from the races!â Jean Eyer gnashed her teeth in fury. As expected, she couldnât trust what this man said.
He was a liar!
She stepped on Edgar Roydenâs foot ruthlessly before putting on a coat and sprinting out.
âMr. Royden, should we chase after her?â The bodyguard came up to ask.
The man gestured, and they backed off to the side instantly.
After Edgar Royden made a few calls, he drove to the Racing Association. He said what he did previously on purpose only to let Jean Eyer hear it. He didnât deliberately interfere in the Racing Associationâs judgements.
Around ten minutes later, Jean Eyer reached the Racing Association.
The Dark Horse Team, including Ben Ludwig, had already arrived inside and were discussing with Mr. Hoffer.
âAccording to the results of the previous investigation, although the Dark Horse Team had nothing to do with this, it still caused a bad influence. I need to do this to ensure that the racing circle is fair.â Mr. Hoffer said while chuckling and holding a luxury cigar in his hands.
âWhat bad influence did we cause? Ben Ludwig and Jean Eyer almost died on the race track. How can you still sit there all relaxed when they nearly lost their lives?â