Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 36 Constant Entanglement
“Jean Eyer, whose car is that?” Ben Ludwig asked with a furrowed brow, but he already had an answer in his heart.
“Edgar Royden.”
Jean Eyer had a slight headache, so she rolled down the window. She wanted to feel the breeze to wake her up a little.
“Oh.”
Ben Ludwig laughed coldly with a slight sneer. “In the past, I didn’t know that Edgar Royden had such a hateful personality.”
Jean Eyer looked over with raised brows. She rarely heard Ben Ludwig make such remarks. “Why is that?”
“He’s been following us since two blocks ago,” said Ben Ludwig emotionlessly as he stepped on the accelerator. With his
strength as a racer on top of the performance of his car, he whooshed out of the junction easily.
But Edgar Royden’s car was still behind them, following them closely.
Jean Eyer was stunned.
Edgar Royden would speed just to chase after her?
“Is he crazy?”
Ben Ludwig wrinkled his brows. He reached out his hand, pointing at the sign to a hotel ahead, and said, “Jean Eyer, I know you
don’t want to involve me, but I’ll help you out today.”
“Huh?”
Jean Eyer didn’t have time to react. She saw Ben Ludwig make a left turn into the underground parking lot of Lyons Hotel.
Ben Ludwig yanked the car door open and dragged Jean Eyer inside the hotel.
“Didn’t he want to follow us? He can continue to do so. Let’s see if he dares come in.” Ben Ludwig furrowed his brow and
suddenly said in Jean Eyer’s ears, “Aren’t you curious to find out why he keeps following us?”
“Not really.”

“Come on, let’s head up.”
The corner of Ben Ludwig’s lips moved as he caught a glimpse of Edgar Royden’s car driving in. The elevator had just arrived,
so he and Jean Eyer stepped in together.
In order to let Edgar Royden catch up, he didn’t press any buttons.
The elevator doors opened promptly. In an instant, he turned his back and stood in front of Jean Eyer.
With one hand, he held Jean Eyer’s head, and with the other he took the bag in her hands.
From the outside of the elevator, this action was especially intimate. It looked like Jean Eyer was in Ben Ludwig’s arms.
Jean Eyer raised her eyes slightly and saw Edgar Royden’s frosty eyes over Ben Ludwig’s shoulder.
She wrinkled her brow and shrunk backwards. She made eye contact with Ben Ludwig signaling him. You don’t have to do this.
But Ben Ludwig reached out to ruffle her hair. “We were rushing just now. We forgot to press the buttons.”
Edgar Royden took a step into the elevator with a frosty, heavy face.
Ben Ludwig turned to the side and said brazenly, “We meet again, Mr. Royden. I can’t believe we’re meeting three times in a
day? I think Mr. Royden isn’t as busy as rumors say he is.”
Jean Eyer’s eyes grew a little colder.
Ding.
The elevator reached the hotel. Ben Ludwig dragged Jean Eyer towards the doors.
But her other wrist was pulled back the moment she moved.
She turned around in surprise to see the chilly face of Edgar Royden, but he directed his question to Ben Ludwig. “What are you
going to do?”
Ben Ludwig scoffed. “Mr. Royden, this is a hotel. What do you think a man and a woman come to a hotel for?”
Jean Eyer was left speechless.

Before she could say anything, Ben Ludwig said with emphasis, “Can’t we get a room? You own half the businesses in this town
but even then, it’s no business of yours which woman I sleep with, right?”
Jean Eyer was struck with silence once again.
Ben Ludwig rolled his eyes at Edgar Royden and just put his arms around Jean Eyer’s shoulders. He led her out of the elevator
forcibly.
Jean Eyer struggled for a bit before Ben Ludwig whispered into her ear, “Work with me, he’s looking.”
Jean Eyer immediately stopped her struggle and let herself be held by him.
The scent of alcohol on Jean Eyer’s body was still left in the elevator. Edgar Royden stared as Ben Ludwig pulled her away. How
intimate, how unpleasant.
He frowned. Suddenly, he felt that his heart was in a mess. He took a big stride back into the elevator and went to the hotel lobby
to get a room.
Coincidentally, his room was right next to Ben Ludwig and Jean Eyer’s room.
Edgar Royden was holding the key card with such force that his knuckles cracked.
They were in a king-sized room.
What rejected confession!
She was clearly playing hard to get and taking that Ludwig boy for a ride.
Edgar Royden walked into his room and ripped off his tie. The more he looked at the king-sized room, the worst he felt.
He couldn’t suppress the pent-up rage in his chest, and for the first time, he had thoughts of regret.
He shouldn’t have followed them on the spur of the moment.
At the same time, in the next room, Ben Ludwig was speaking on the phone to Sonny Kalzarc to ensure everyone in the team
was safely home, while Jean Eyer was charging her cellphone and deleting debt collection text messages.
All she could think of was what her next step should be.

Due to the investment from the Royden Group, the prize money had doubled. However, once the money arrived, it had to be
divided equally among the team. What she could get was around one hundred thousand.
She still needed to rent an average place.
And that debt collection company.
“What are you thinking of? If you want to drink more wine, I can’t let you do that.” Ben Ludwig joked as he turned around to see
her frowning.
Jean Eyer was tickled by this. With one hand supporting her chin, she asked, “Could you do me a favor and help me check out
this company?”
“Opulence Financial?” Ben Ludwig noted the name down before giving Jean Eyer a cup of water. “Sure, I’ll get an answer to you
by tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
Seeing that her cellphone was almost fully charged, she unplugged the wire and got ready to leave.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going home. I mean, am I supposed to stay here?” She looked at the double bed behind her and the warm, romantic jacuzzi
inside.
The room was well set up and had an air of romance around them.
Ben Ludwig scratched his head. “I only told reception to get us a special room like this just to aggravate Edgar Royden on your
behalf. I’m not that kind of person, please don’t misunderstand.”
Jean Eyer blinked at him. “You’re thinking too much. I’m just afraid that you’d snore in your sleep and disturb me.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the couch like a cat,” chuckled Ben Ludwig. He grabbed a comforter and went to the couch at the side.
As he was arranging it, he said, “Edgar Royden hadn’t left when we went in the elevator. He might still be wandering around in
the corridor. Since we’re putting on a show, let’s put on a good one. Otherwise, it’ll all be for nothing.”
This made sense to Jean Eyer.