Chapter 344 I Don’t Love You
“That would be my problem. I don’t need you to worry about that.” Jean took off his coat to hand it back to him, but he did not give her a chance. He firmly placed the coat on her.
“Jean, could you behave, please.” His eyes were filled with an emotion Jean could not read. But there was one thing she was sure of, and that was Edgar was mad, really mad. Jean did not know that, at this moment, Joey was being scolded by Serena at the clubhouse.
“Why can’t you even do a small matter like this? What do I keep you around for? Do you know how much money Mr. Vice promised me if we bring Jean in?”
Joey could only lower her head in apology, “I’m sorry, Ms. Campbell. Things were going so smoothly until Mr. Royden arrived. I didn’t know what to do.”
She could only escape from the scene. If Mr. Royden found out about her scheme, she would be done for. Joey’s head lowered even more. She didn’t dare to get to the scene too early not to make Jean suspicious. If it hadn’t been for Edgar’s appearance, maybe she would have time, but…
Serena was the behind-the-scenes boss of this clubhouse. Not only did she have a lot of connections, but she had also opened up an underground casino. She had uncovered a lot of Luminance Club workers, all to create a place for Ranford International to gain business intel.
“Remember, the next time Jean finds you, you have got to get the work done. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Joey walked out quietly with her head lowered.
It was all offices on this floor, but immediately outside was a noisy dance floor, and behind that were rooms for rent.
Joey was about to go down when she was stopped by a drunk guest.
“Joey?” He pressed against her.
She didn’t have a chance to react before he pulled her away. She couldn’t struggle because all the women here had no right to struggle.
…
Edgar took Jean back to his villa. She did not want to get down, so Edgar played her games. He locked the door. Now, Jean had two choices; one was to freeze to death in the car, and the other was to follow him. She hated both her choices. The nights were getting colder, and the temperature kept dropping. Edgar had turned off the heating in the car.
Jean hugged her arms and wrinkled her brows. “This is kidnapping. I can…”
“Call the police? Sue? Up to you.” He said uncaringly. His cold eyes were fixed on Jean. “It’s complicated between us. I can’t say anything if you wish to freeze here.”
Another ten minutes of silence passed. Jean was certain that if she did not relent, he would stay here with her until the end.
“You win. Open the door.” Jean said through gritted teeth.
Jean no longer felt anything when she returned to this villa. No matter how she struggled against him, she just couldn’t seem to escape his clutches.
“What do you want to say?” Jean huffed at him.
The man did not say anything but made his way to the kitchen to pour her a cup of hot coffee.
Jean’s hands stayed by her side as she looked at the steaming cup.
There was a glint of iciness in his eyes as he said in a low voice, “Relax. I won’t do something so despicable.”
Jean knew what he was referring to.
She smiled and said, “I know you’re not like Sam. I just thought that this situation is pretty ironic, no?”
She looked at him. Her tone was leveled.
“You and I are not in a relationship where we can just enjoy a cup of late-night coffee.”
Apart from the grudges between their fathers, they have been divorced for two years. Could they not even be friends?
Her eyes were wary and alert, like she was ready for battle at any time.
It hurt him to see her like this.
“Have you thought about my proposal?”
His tone was as though he was asking about business.
Jean felt her heart squeeze. The gods are really playing a joke on me. How could they give me such a hard question now that I know everything? Even if I can put down everything, surely, I can’t just fly into Edgar’s embrace. He doesn’t know who the real villain is, and him being the egotistic man he is, it must’ve been hard for him to propose remarriage.
It was late in the night, but Jean had never been more awake. The pain in her heart constantly reminded her that people that re-married did it because they wanted to reunite, but… what about them? To this day, Edgar still did not know the biggest problem between them. It wasn’t because of the Eyer family’s grudge or the relationship between her and Gigi, but because he never loved her.
“I’ve thought about it, and I don’t agree.” Jean looked straight at the man in front of her. There wasn’t a sign of hesitation in her answer. Her calm countenance made it hard for people to get close to her.
The man’s heart tightened, and his brows lifted slightly.
“Reason?”
Does he need to get to the bottom of this today?
The resoluteness in Jean’s eyes grew more intense. She looked at Edgar with no hesitation.
“Because I don’t love you.”
She admitted that she had once loved this man with all her heart. She had felt happy because she was able to land such a talented and powerful, and also handsome man such as him. But then, after countless disappointments, her heart had turned to stone. If she could turn back time, she would definitely not choose him a second time.
“Even if you are handsome and rich, there are more handsome and richer men out there. To put it blankly, I have no interest in you.” Jean said indifferently with a soft laugh.
Edgar’s eyes suddenly turned colder. He moved closer to her.
“No interest?” He asked her pressingly.
He had never heard that from a woman before. She had unwarily stirred up the rage in him.
She tilted her head to the side and said with a smile that hid a different meaning, “Yup. I don’t think you’re that impressive, Mr. Royden.” She narrowed her eyes at him challengingly.
“I’ve said my bit. Let me go.”
Since he wanted to get to the bottom of this so badly, she would tell him frankly. Let the both of them go down their own paths in the future and never cross each other’s paths again. It would be too hard to deal with the tangled mess of their lives then.
“Jean. Are you sure you have no interest in me anymore?” Edgar’s face was ashen. He held onto her arm.
“Yes.” She pushed his hand away and walked away without looking back.
The wind in Yorktown tonight was chilling to the bones.
A man stood by his window; sleep did not come to him that night.
