Ch. 171: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 171

chapter 171

Bianca was about to exit the car when her phone rang—it was a call from the delivery service. "Hello, Ms. Lynch. You have several packages that need to be picked up downstairs."

She noticed the courier was nearby, with several boxes stacked on his trolley. Bianca turned to Kevin with a hopeful look. "Kevin, could you help me? I bought some light bulbs since mine are out."

Without a word, Kevin got out of the car.

Five minutes later, Kevin instructed Kian to take the cart and follow them up to Bianca’s apartment. Once inside, he gestured to Kian, who unpacked the boxes and began replacing the light bulbs.

Just as Kevin was about to leave, Bianca accidentally bumped into him. "Ouch!" she yelped, spilling blueberry juice onto his shirt.

Kevin frowned, but Bianca quickly apologized. "Kevin, I'm so sorry! This juice is from a friend’s brand, and I wanted you to try it."

"It’s fine," he replied, although his white shirt was stained. He noticed shards of broken glass on the floor. "You should hire someone to handle these things," he said, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Do you have a bandage?"

Bianca winced and tried to shrug it off. "I prefer living alone. I think I have a bandage somewhere. I'll find it."

"I'll look for it," he insisted, his tone firm.

Reluctantly, Bianca started searching, but Kevin wrapped her injured finger with a tissue first. As she moved, she apologized again, flustered. "I’m a bit of a mess lately," she murmured.

Kevin barely responded. "Find that bandage," he repeated.

When she returned with her finger bandaged, Kevin was already on his way out. "I'll have Kian arrange a housekeeper to help with these things from now on," he said. "I've got work to do."

Bianca could only nod, watching as he left with a faint smile.

Once back in the car, Kevin directed Kian, "Take me to the Edwards mansion."

Kian sped toward the estate. Kevin, usually meticulous, now sat in the car wearing a stained shirt, visibly bothered. As they neared the mansion, he leaned back and asked Kian, "What do you think of Norah?"

Kian was surprised by the question but answered carefully, "Mr. Edwards, Mrs. Edwards has been by your side for seven years. If Anthony is truly Steven, that’s only a part of her past."

Kevin’s expression turned dark. After a long pause, he finally instructed, "Book a flight for me and Norah to Foutumsally in three days."

"Understood."

Upon reaching the mansion, Kevin found Norah busy in the kitchen. She stepped out with a bowl of chicken soup as he entered. She glanced at him, her face impassive, and said, "Good timing. Dinner’s ready." Then, noticing his stained shirt, she added, "Go get cleaned up. I’ll get your clothes."

She didn’t ask where the stains came from or press him for details. Her calm indifference irritated Kevin.

"Norah, do you think you’re a good wife?" he asked abruptly.

"If there’s something you want to tell me, you will," she replied evenly, implying that if he chose silence, her questions wouldn’t change anything.

She left to find him a clean set of clothes. In the bathroom, Kevin turned on the shower. Norah knocked, saying, "I’ve got your clothes."

"Bring them in," he said, his voice muffled by the running water.

Hesitating, she stepped inside, handing the clothes to him. Kevin reached for her arm, pulling her close, the steam thick around them. He held her gaze, his eyes intense. She avoided his stare and quickly finished helping him change before stepping back out, visibly shaken.

Back at the dining table, she served him the chicken soup. "This took hours to prepare. It’s good for your stomach," she said, urging him to eat. "I’ve given the recipe to Aunt Mamali. She can make it for you if you ever need it again."

Kevin glanced up, his dark eyes studying her. "What’s this supposed to mean?"

Just as Norah was about to reply, the door intercom buzzed. "Mr. Edwards," the security guard announced. "Ms. Lynch is here."