Ch. 131: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 131
Chapter 131
Kevin’s hand landed sharply on Norah’s lower back, the sudden sting making her gasp.
“Still haven’t learned, have you?” he muttered coldly.
Minutes passed, and Norah could barely endure the intensity of his actions. With trembling breaths, a desperate plea escaped her lips, “No… please… stop…”
Kevin’s gaze softened as he took in her disheveled state: her hair splayed messily across the table, flushed cheeks glistening with sweat, and teardrops clinging to her lashes. Her blouse had slipped to her waist, stockings torn, and her skirt crumpled at her thighs. She looked fragile, overwhelmed.
His hardened expression faltered, and he scooped her up gently. Norah was too exhausted to resist; her vision blurred, voice hoarse from crying. She lay limp in his arms, silent as a broken doll.
Kevin dressed her carefully, wrapping her in his embrace as he whispered, “Behave, and this won’t happen again.”
Norah, unable to comprehend, felt only a deep exhaustion. Everything about Kevin felt unpredictable, dangerous. Maybe this had all been a mistake—working for him, marrying him, getting this close.
With a measured calm, Kevin carried her out of the office. Norah, drained from the tears and stress, drifted into an uneasy sleep. Even in slumber, faint lines of worry marked her brow, tears still wet on her cheeks.
His phone buzzed persistently, breaking the silence. The noise made Norah’s face tense in her sleep. Kevin checked the call—Bianca’s voice chirped on the other end, “Kevin, when are you coming over?”
“Not tonight,” he replied flatly.
“What about tomorrow?” Bianca’s hope lingered in the air.
Today had been the day they were supposed to finalize his divorce from Norah. Bianca had anticipated Kevin’s visit, ready to celebrate his newfound freedom. But evening came and went without any sign of him. She masked her disappointment, trying to sound cheerful, “Will you come after everything’s settled?”
Kevin glanced at Norah’s restless form in his arms. “Tomorrow,” he said curtly.
Bianca’s voice lifted with hope. “Great! Let me know when you’re on your way so I can prepare.”
“Sure.” He ended the call, eyes hardening as he gave new orders to the driver. “Take us to the villa.”
The car veered, heading towards the secluded property. This particular villa was one of Kevin’s lesser-used homes, a place for solitude. Norah had never been here. It housed a small staff, ready at a moment’s notice.
Once inside, Kevin carried Norah to the master bedroom. The maids gently changed her into a soft set of pajamas, while he watched, conflicted. Her face, now calm in sleep, was still damp with the remnants of tears.
Kevin’s mind buzzed with thoughts. With a quick, cold call, he ordered, “Get me everything you can on a man named Anthony.” He needed to know who had a hold on her thoughts.
If this Anthony was a threat, Kevin intended to ensure she’d never look for him again.
Norah awoke with a start, heart racing as the remnants of a nightmare clung to her. In her dream, she’d been caged, bound at the wrists and ankles, trapped with no one to hear her cries. Darkness swallowed her.
Sweat drenched her, and she wiped her face shakily, trying to slow her breathing. Glancing around, she realized she was in an unfamiliar room. Warm light filtered through the curtains, the space serene yet suffocating.
The thin duvet slipped from her shoulders as she sat up, spotting the sundress someone had changed her into. Her chest tightened; this was the same dress she’d seen in her nightmare. Panic bloomed as she stumbled to her feet, rushing to the door. It opened easily, but the unfamiliar surroundings only deepened her unease.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Kevin’s low voice came from the hallway, sharp and unwavering.
Norah froze, her back pressed to the wall. Kevin approached slowly, eyes locked on her bare, red feet. His brows furrowed. “Next time, put on shoes.”
His calmness was disarming, making her pulse quicken. He scooped her up again without warning, carrying her back to the bedroom as she stiffened in his grip. She eyed him warily as he set her down, fetching slippers for her feet.
Her voice trembled as she broke the silence. “Where am I?”
“My villa,” he said, nonchalantly. “You’ve never been here before. But you are now.” His expression shifted, adding, “If you’d rather not go back to the Edwards mansion, you can stay here.”
She searched his eyes for a motive. “Why did you bring me here? What are you planning?” The space felt foreign, amplifying her sense of being trapped, like in her dream.
Kevin leaned in. “You fell asleep earlier. Wasn’t it comfortable?”
Norah’s jaw tightened. “Why won’t you let me go home? Are you planning to keep me here like some kind of prisoner? I won’t be your pet!”