Chapter 543


    Jean gained a lot of weight while under Edgar’s care for thest three days.


    He had to inquire in surprise when Rachel Sander arrived to deliver the documents. “Has your morning


    sickness subsided, Mr. Eyer? You have a really strong hunger recently.”


    Jean scowled and became silent.


    As soon as Miles noticed this, Rachel was dismissed.


    “Mr. Eyer, don’t worry. I won’t let her out again.”


    Miles was taking care of Rachel Sander ever since she recovered.


    Another strategy to safeguard Rachel was to ensure that no one else, aside from the two of them,


    would be aware of her current residence.


    Her brother’s business had also been taken care of. Every time Rachel writes to Jean, she would


    unintentionallypliment Miles, “I really didn’t realize before that he is so careful in doing things, and


    previously…”


    Jean yawned and looked at the phone screen.


    The moment she released his grip, the person in front of her grabbed the phone.


    Edgar winced a little, “Don’t worry, I’ll talk about himter. Arguinges as second nature.”


    He was referring to Miles.


    Before Jean could exin, he had already turned off the light. He took her hand and walked to the


    bathroom, “The water is warm enough. I’ll be outside if you need me. Just call out for me.”


    Jean looked up to meet his gaze.


    Edgar hummed subconsciously, “Don’t worry.”


    With a yank, she was directed to the bathroom.


    “But I want a bath…” “Women who are expecting are not allowed.”


    Silently sighing, Jean turned to face the empty bathtub.


    Edgar appears to be more knowledgeable than Jean when ites to prenatal care. The phrase


    ‘women who are expecting’ has been thrown around quite frequently in thest few days.


    Jean counted the days in her head.


    Jean submitted to her fate and used the shower.


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    Edgar remained outside during the operation. Despite the bathroom in front of him, his ears seemed to


    be acute to the noises. He continued to be alert to what was going on.


    When he noticed that water had stopped running, he moved a few steps closer and took a towel in his


    hand.


    He came in, startling Jean.


    “The milk is ready, it’s time to go to bed.”


    Jean cried out, “But I haven’t even watched my show!”


    She considered the timing and listed each justification in turn. “I have to be up to date. What time is it


    anyway? I’m not even sleepy.”


    The man just stared at her.


    She pursed her lips and realized he won’t budge, “Okay, I get it.”


    While lying on the bed, Jean kept thinking: This is like being kept hostage! And this breachesmy


    personal privacy.


    But when she awoke the following morning, she discovered that she felt at ease.


    This might be an advantage of getting to bed early.


    When she went back downstairs and smelled food, she became infuriated once more. Habits are


    dangerous. Edgar was able to limatize her to his presence in a little more than a week.


    He made her rely on him organically.


    That man is unquestionably a cunning sociopath.


    As Jean descended the stairs, she pondered on something. When Xena called his brother, what had


    happened to them?


    Immense jealousy overcame her.


    “Madam, the food is ready.” Susan grinned as she stood at the kitchen entrance.


    She now calls Jean ‘madam’ since yesterday.


    Jean got chills being addressed as such.


    She casually questioned while seated, “What happened to him?”


    There, Susan seemed momentarily surprised and grinned oddly. “We’ll have breakfast first,” she


    replied, “Mr. Royden mentioned he had matters to deal with at the corporation.”


    Is there a problem with the business?


    In a typical situation, Edgar would have breakfast. Today, he had to leave early in the morning because


    of urgent matters.


    “The fresh bread is still baking. They will be ready soon.” When Susan spoke, her eyes appeared to be


    apprehensive of Jean.


    Jean mumbled as she devoured the scone, “What’s wrong with thepany?” ‘ck.’


    While holding the tes, Susan nearly stumbled.


    “Susan, you know I won’t feel at peace for the whole day if I don’t ask.” Jean set her butter knife down,


    “Or should I just give him a call?”


    Susan turned to nce around and felt abhorrent shame.


    “When he went, Mr. Royden instructed me to keep it a secret. I can’t tell you, or…” “No, he says things


    for his own means. Without a doubt, that man will care for you until your retirement. You won’t be


    evicted, so, be at ease.” Jean turned to face Susan, “Are the Roydens rted to this?”


    After a pause, Susan nodded. “Yes, I heard that Xena had been located by the police.” She gulped,


    “They found her at the foot of a mountain.”


    Jean felt something was off, “And?” “Something has urred to her, and she appears psychologically


    disturbed. I’m not sure of the details.”


    Jean breathed deeply and clenched her butter knife. Sheposed herself.


    Just eat.


    It’s nothing to worry for now.


    In the beginning, Susan believed that she would raise a fuss to go over when she learned. But she had


    no idea that she would be thatposed.


    “Keep your eyes off of me, please.” Jean took yet another mouthful of pastry, “For this situation, there


    are two possibilities. First, Xena is acting. It is a trap, orchestrated by Edbert himself.”


    As she listened intently, Susan sat across from her, “What’s the other possibility?” “The fact that Edbert


    really made contact with Xena in an effort to quiet him serves as a warning. He does this only to warn


    everyone that betraying him will result in the same oue.”


    Susan’s face drained of color. She cursed at the realization.


    He’ll eventuallye for Edgar and me. Susan thought. Jean consumed more from the tter, “Do you


    have any sauce like this, Susan?”


    Susan sprang to her feet, “Yes, but don’t you feel it’s a little spicy? This chili packs a punch in terms of


    heat.”


    She only ted a portion because she was concerned that Jean would find it challenging to consume.


    No, I think it tastes great.”


    Jean grinned, “It tastes like home, and I really appreciate it.”


    In a sense, she and Edgar were two peas in a pod. They both desperately longed for the warmth of


    home but also had the same fear of being hurt.


    Susan hurriedly filled arge bowl.


    She pushed Jean to eat, “Here, it’s a good thing to have an appetite. It means that the baby is growing


    up healthily just like you.”


    Jean smirked, “Yes, it is enough for this little guy to be healthy.”


    She didn’t dare to ask for anything else.


    Edgar’s absencested a whole day.


    It wasn’t untilte at night that he came back with Nathan Knox.


    After entering the door, the two of them pretended to be talking aboutpany affairs, “That project will


    take a few days.”


    Jean sat on the sofa and coughed lightly, “It’s windy today. Was it cold on the mountain?