Chapter 181 I Can’t Leave
The rain grew heavier. Thus, the cars before them slowed down and turned on the emergency lights. Jean turned to see Edgar driving stubbornly and said, “Why don’t you stop the car at the temporary parking spot in front? I’ll dive.”
She did not say that out of concern for his life. Naturally, he was worried about her safety. Still, Edgar replied stubbornly, “No.”
Jean sighed and kept observing the car in front of them. “Please keep your distance from the car in front!” However, Edgar did not seem to hear her. Instead of slowing down, he sped up and caused the car to overtake the car before them.
Jean gripped her seatbelt tightly as Edgar sped and drove recklessly. After a heart-stopping journey through the heavy rain, they finally arrived at the villa.
Jean could no longer hold back her anger when the car reached the front door.
“Do you know how dangerous that was? You know you can’t drive in this weather! Why do you insist on forcing yourself?”
Her heart surged with fury. She slammed the car door and headed into the villa without a backward glance.
Susan was relieved to see that Jean had arrived safely. “The weather is terrible. I was worried that something happened to you on the road.”
Jean forced a smile.
But even after the dinner was served, Edgar still did not enter the villa.
Jean grumbled and went outside to find his car’s headlights still on. She finally realized something was wrong.
“Susan, can you give me a hand?”
Edgar had fainted in the car. His brows furrowed tight, and his hands and forehead were covered with cold sweat.
By the time the doctor arrived at the villa, Edgar had laid there as if asleep.
“How long has Mr. Royden been in this state?”
“Around half an hour.” Susan answered before asking worriedly, “Is it serious?”
“This…” The doctor shook his head. “It’s hard to be sure. We can only confirm once he undergoes a full check-up at the hospital.”
Jean observed emotionlessly at the side. Once the doctor prescribed medicine and left, Jean planned to leave too.
“Ms. Eyer, are you going to leave like this?” Susan called after her.
“It is pointless for me to stay here. Furthermore, he should be alright.” Jean put on her jacket as she spoke.
“But…” Susan hesitated and wrecked her brain for an excuse to make Jean stay. “What if something goes wrong? I don’t think I can take care of him by myself.”
Jean replied immediately, “You should call Gigi here to take care of him. He is not my responsibility.”
I wouldn’t have come here if not to celebrate Susan’s discharge from the hospital.
Susan’s expression turned downcast. Jean could not help but wonder whether she had spoken too harshly.
“It’s late. Who could it be? Ms. Eyer, I have to check who it is. Can you help me to take care of Mr. Royden?”
Then, Susan went downstairs. Jean had no choice but to remain in the room.
She stared coldly at the man lying in bed and wondered if she would be charged with murder if he were to suddenly stop breathing.
The light was dim, making the room seem soft and peaceful.
Jean could not remember when she had last looked at Edgar like this.
Soon, agitated voices came from downstairs. “Is Mr. Royden out? We will wait for him here.”
Susan tried her best to stop them.
“Please leave. Mr. Royden will be angry if he returns to find you here.”
“We don’t have a choice. How could he give Garrison Group away without consulting us!”
Jean peeked through the door gap into the living room.
A few directors from Royden Group gathered downstairs. They all seemed furious as they sat on the couch and refused to leave.
“We won’t leave until we talk to Mr. Royden.”
“Strange, I saw his car just now. How could he have disappeared?” Someone grumbled.
Jean furrowed her brow.
Does this mean he risked driving back here because these people were chasing after him?
Jean closed the door softly.
Suddenly, she noticed a shadow looming behind her.
Edgar looked at her, pressed a hand against the door, and warned, “Don’t go out yet.”
Jean replied, “Why should I be scared of your company directors? What can they do to me?”
“Let’s just say I’m scared, okay?” He sounded as if he was making a compromise. His hands felt hot and heavy on Jean’s shoulders.
She could not bear his weight and stumbled backwards, causing her to crash against a wall and gasp in pain.
As she was about to scold Edgar, she suddenly noticed how pale he seemed. Furthermore, he seemed weak and was trying hard to bear the pain.
Jean gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath as she tried to drag him back to bed with all her might.
However, Edgar clung to her and refused to let go.
The only way to get him back in bed was to fall into the bed with him.
“Edgar, you have better not be acting. Otherwise… I’ll make you pay.” Jean closed her eyes and tilted her body toward the bed.
Then, both of them fell onto the luxurious queen-sized bed.
“How can you get off the bed but not have the energy to climb back in?” The more Jean thought about it, the more she believed Edgar was acting.
But he has no reason to do that.
Why would it matter whether I show myself to the directors?
Worst comes to worst, I’ll just argue that Garrison Group was Eyer Group, to begin with. It originally belonged to the Eyer family.
They have no right to hold on to it!
However, that would make it difficult for me to rebuild Eyer Group.
Since the directors suffered damage to their interests, they would surely use underhanded means against me. It would be hard to prevent them.
Was he worried about this?
Jean struggled hard to free herself from his embrace. The effort left her covered in sweat.
She frowned and glared at the unconscious Edgar. “Stop pretending to care about me.”
Then, she headed into the bathroom.
After hearing the door close, the supposedly unconscious Edgar slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and intimidating.
However, they softened as he looked toward the bathroom.
Only a few people know I transferred Garrison Group to Jean. Who revealed this to the directors and instigated them to go against me?
By the time Jean came out of the bathroom, Edgar still lay unconscious in bed, and the people downstairs still refused to leave.
Jean sighed helplessly. It seemed she could not leave tonight.
She glanced at the bed. I shouldn’t have wasted so much effort dragging him back to bed. If I had dumped him on the floor, I would have a bed to sleep in.
Then, Jean sat on the couch and tried to lie down. It felt uncomfortable.
Still, she was exhausted and soon fell asleep.
It was morning when she opened her eyes again.
Jean rubbed her sore neck and got up to find Edgar’s bed empty. Furthermore, she found herself covered with a blanket. The blanket smelled the same as the room.
Then, Jean opened the door and heard a voice from downstairs.
The directors had all left, but a woman was standing in the living room.
Is that Gigi?
Jean stood at the staircase and looked down. Gigi wore a neutral-colored dress and had her hair tied up. She looked completely different from usual.
In fact…
Gigi looked like how Jean was in the past.
Jean narrowed her eyes and decided to remain there to observe for a while.
Gigi looked lackluster without her usual makeup. But her skin was still smooth and beautiful. At this moment, she was smiling as she brought a bowl of soup to the table.
“My father said you must have exhausted yourself from work recently and told me to take good care of you.”
Edgar glanced at Gigi indifferently. “Didn’t your father refuse to let us marry?”
