Ch. 172: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 172

chapter 172

Kevin glanced at Norah briefly and then said, "Let her in."

Norah pressed her lips together, her thoughts unreadable. Before she could react, Bianca, in her high heels, entered the room.

Norah avoided looking directly at her, but Bianca’s voice filled the space, her tone bright. “Kevin, I brought you some clothes.”

Bianca walked up to Kevin, now wearing a light green dress and styled with loose waves, looking tall and graceful.

Kevin responded flatly, “There was no need for you to go out of your way.”

Norah gave Kevin a sidelong glance, noting his unchanged, cold expression despite his words. Yet, his words alone were revealing…

Ignoring Norah, Bianca leaned in toward Kevin. “Secretary White, your cooking looks amazing! Do you mind if I try some? I’d love to learn from you if you’re willing.”

Norah’s tone was brisk as she answered, “I can get you a set of dishes and utensils, but I’m not a professional, and I don’t have time to teach cooking.”

Turning, she called out to Aunt Mamali, “Aunt Mamali, could you please get Ms. Lynch some chopsticks?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Aunt Mamali replied quickly, bringing Bianca a set of utensils.

Bianca took a seat beside Kevin, flashing Norah a bright smile. “Secretary White, you’re so thoughtful! I’d be thrilled if you could teach me a few things.”

Turning to Kevin, Bianca softened her voice and said, “Would you mind if Secretary White took a break to show me some cooking tips?”

Norah didn’t respond, choosing instead to stay focused on the meal, letting Kevin’s decision stand. Once the meal ended, Kevin went to his study, leaving Norah and Bianca alone in the kitchen.

Under the guise of learning to cook, Bianca started jabbing at Norah. “Norah, did you catch today’s press conference? Kevin dropped me home afterward and even helped change a broken light bulb. We shared quite a few moments—want to hear about them in detail?”

Bianca’s mocking smile held an edge of triumph.

Norah was unruffled. “Perhaps you’d prefer to film it next time? Then I can get updates live.”

Bianca’s smirk deepened, meeting Norah’s sarcasm with defiance. “If that’s what you want.”

But Norah countered sharply, her voice dropping coldly. “It’s almost laughable—you’re so eager to play the ‘other woman,’ flaunting it without a shred of shame.”

Bianca’s face darkened, her eyes blazing. “Norah, you tricked Grandpa Edwards to secure this marriage. Without that, Kevin wouldn’t have looked twice at you. You’re the real intruder!”

Norah’s eyes narrowed. “However you twist it, Kevin married me. We have a marriage certificate. We’re legally recognized as husband and wife. You? He’s never publicly acknowledged you or given you any official title. So, who’s the real ‘other woman’ here?”

Norah’s words hit Bianca like a cold slap, her face blanching as she fought to maintain her composure. “Don’t get smug. Kevin has never introduced you as his wife either, and he’s shown me far more affection.”

Undeterred, Norah waved Aunt Mamali over. “Ms. Lynch, I don’t have the time to spare for lessons, but Aunt Mamali can guide you.”

Seething, Bianca threw the knife onto the counter. “Forget it—I just remembered something I need to take care of. I’ll be back another day.”

As she walked toward the living room, Bianca noticed a set of clothes she had brought for Kevin lying on the sofa. Seizing her chance, she picked them up, staged a stumble, and with a dramatic crash, fell backward into the coffee table, knocking things to the floor.

With an exaggerated gasp, she cried, “Secretary White, this gift was an apology! Kevin and I are old friends—I never meant any harm. Why did you have to push me?”

Her eyes turned red as she looked to Kevin. “I’m trying my best, Kevin, but Secretary White doesn’t seem to want me here.”

Norah leaned forward, crossing her arms as she met Bianca’s gaze with an arched eyebrow. “Bianca, did Kevin bring in a director to coach you?”

Bianca turned away, clutching the clothes tightly, her voice shaking. “Secretary White, why accuse me? You agreed in front of Kevin to show me how to cook, then pushed me just now and mocked me.”

Unfazed, Norah said calmly, “There are security cameras here in the villa, Bianca.”

In a clear, firm voice, she called, “Aunt Mamali, please ask security to pull up the footage.”

Kevin’s voice was cool from the other side of the room. “Aunt Mamali, help Ms. Lynch up.”

Bianca tightened her grip on her clothes, her face tense.