Ch. 141: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 141

Chapter 141The moment they heard the voice, Kevin and Norah both turned.

A tall girl with flawless, fair skin was approaching them, wearing a silver-white mask that nearly matched Kevin’s. She was dressed in a long pink gown, her hair swept up elegantly, and every inch of her glistened with jewelry as she hurried toward Kevin, lifting her skirt to move faster.

Despite the mask, she recognized Kevin instantly, and her height difference only highlighted her familiarity with him.

“Who are you?” Kevin’s brow furrowed. He knew immediately that this wasn’t Norah. He couldn’t guess what scheme his Aunt Bonnie was working on this time.

From a distance, Norah observed the scene in silence.

The girl offered a playful smile. “Kevin, does it matter who I am? How about a dance? Aunt Bonnie’s hosting tonight’s party—I should make the most of it, right?”

The girl’s casual mention of “Aunt” piqued both Kevin and Norah’s curiosity.

Who is this girl?

Kevin declined without hesitation. “I don’t dance with strangers.” He turned away without another glance.

“Are you really going to turn me down now, Kevin?”

She removed her mask, revealing a sweet, delicate face. Kevin didn’t bother to look back.

Suddenly, Norah heard the door beside her open, and there was Kevin, still wearing his metallic mask. He reached out a hand to her, wordlessly inviting her to join him.

She took his hand, understanding the scene’s complexity. The girl from before stood nearby, watching but clearly unsure of Norah’s identity behind her mask.

As Kevin led her away, the girl blocked their path, giving Norah a once-over. “So, that’s why you turned me down—there’s a beautiful woman by your side.”

Kevin finally looked at her, his gaze cooling. “It’s you,” he said, voice edged with irritation.

The girl chuckled. “Oh, so you do recognize me.”

“Let’s not ruin Aunt Bonnie’s party,” he replied coolly. “I have plans for tonight.” With that, he brushed past her, guiding Norah firmly out of the ballroom.

Bonnie caught sight of them leaving but did nothing to stop them. But the girl’s appearance had planted a seed in Norah’s mind—a question she didn’t voice to Kevin.

They didn’t speak until they returned to his mansion.

Once inside, Kevin carried her to the bedroom, his grip gentle but insistent. He set her down and tilted her chin up, his dark eyes searching her face. “Norah, don’t you have anything to ask me?”

His gaze was intense, a storm of unreadable emotions swirling within.

Norah held his stare, sensing a hint of confusion, maybe even sadness. No, it had to be her imagination.

“What do you want me to ask, Kevin?” she replied calmly.

“Go to sleep,” he muttered, releasing her. Without another word, he turned and left the room.

Norah’s gaze followed his retreating form, her mind churning with unspoken questions.

The next morning, Kevin brought breakfast to the bedroom. Norah had already woken up and had taken the time to put on light makeup to hide her exhaustion.

“You’re up early. You don’t usually do that on non-work days,” Kevin observed, admiring how natural the soft makeup looked on her.

“I’m used to it,” Norah replied simply.

After years as his secretary, she’d gotten into the habit of being up and ready before him, often making breakfast and preparing everything he needed. By now, it was just a routine.

“Since you’re used to it,” Kevin said, meeting her gaze, “if I divorced you, would you get used to that too?” He paused, then walked over to the sofa, where he’d set down the breakfast tray.

Norah joined him without hesitation, seating herself across from him. On the tray were a bowl of porridge with dates and goji berries, a cup of warm milk, and a boiled egg.

She kept her tone steady. “When I was single before, I didn’t have any habits tied to you. If we separated, I’d eventually adjust.”

Kevin didn’t respond, studying her as she spoke with surprising calmness.

“I married you because of my grandfather’s wishes,” he finally said, his voice low. “But why did you marry me, Norah? It wasn’t for the Mrs. Edwards title or for the $10 million, was it?” As he asked, his voice caught slightly.

Three years of marriage and countless shared moments—how could she seem so unfazed?

She looked at him evenly. “If it makes it easier, think of it that way.”

Without a word, she picked up her cup and sipped slowly, unfazed.

Kevin clenched his jaw, frustration simmering. “So, it’s just a convenient arrangement for both of us now,” he said, more to himself than her.

Silence fell, his gaze lingering on her with a hint of hurt he tried to mask.

He forced a casual tone. “You can stay here today, or come to the office with me if you want.”

Norah considered it. With no one else in the villa, going to work would at least pass the time. She met his gaze. “I’ll come with you.”

She paused. “Have you had breakfast?”

“No.”

“I’ll make it for you.” Norah rose, slipping back into her role as if nothing had changed.

Kevin watched her move around the kitchen, strangely comforted by her familiar presence.

They went to the office together. Norah continued her usual tasks, making tea, hanging his suit, and preparing his paperwork.

When Kevin pressed a hand to his forehead, she instinctively walked over, massaging his temples. “You should get more rest, Kevin. And try to avoid staying up late, smoking, or drinking.”

Her tone was calm, almost as if she were saying goodbye, a farewell wrapped in concern.

Kevin caught her hand, holding it firmly. “Norah,” he said quietly, “I’m not divorcing you.”