Ch. 177: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 177

Chapter 177

Norah’s expression remained composed as she replied calmly, "I'm just stating the truth."

"You…!"

Siena fumed, her anger rising as she clenched her teeth, but she paused when she heard footsteps approaching. Kevin stepped inside, his presence commanding the room.

“Kevin, you came back just in time. Look at how your ‘wonderful’ wife talks back to me! Doesn't she have any respect?” Siena rose quickly, rushing to vent her complaint.

Kevin strode in, his gaze sweeping over Norah before turning back to Siena. “If you didn’t provoke her, she wouldn’t respond that way. Norah has always been respectful around me.”

Without hesitation, he closed the gap between himself and Norah. His tall frame loomed over her, and the strong scent of tobacco made her flinch slightly. She looked up, meeting his intense gaze.

Seeing them side by side, Siena felt an angry sting of frustration. “You don’t care at all about how I feel, do you?” she snapped.

Kevin glanced at Norah and spoke in a calm, commanding tone, “Go upstairs and wait for me.”

Norah nodded and left without a word.

As soon as they were alone, Siena didn’t waste any time. “Kevin, how long are you going to keep avoiding me?”

Kevin raised an eyebrow, unamused. “Where did you pick up that idea?”

Who Kevin saw—or didn’t see—was his decision alone. He answered to no one.

“If you weren’t avoiding me, why haven’t I seen you recently?” Siena’s voice was laced with accusation, her expression hardening.

Kevin’s face darkened with irritation. “If you pull a stunt like this again, don’t be surprised if I have your bags packed and sent out.” Without another word, he turned to go upstairs.

“Kevin!” Siena cried, her frustration spilling over. “Do you even consider me your mother?”

He paused, looking back with an icy smile. “When I needed you most, you were busy with other things. Now that I don’t need you, letting you stay here is my way of tolerating you.”

Leaving Siena stunned and pale, Kevin headed up the stairs.

In the bedroom, Norah had just finished her shower and was drying her hair when Kevin entered, his expression tense and his tone cold.

“Don’t let me catch you with Steven again.”

Norah met his gaze, her voice steady. “You left without me, and there were no cabs. Steven just happened to be there and offered to drive me home.”

She didn’t intend to walk back alone at that hour. Besides, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t noticed him and Bianca together.

Kevin scoffed. “Just happened to be there? You’re quite the pair of star-crossed friends, aren’t you?”

Norah tensed at his harsh tone. “There's nothing improper between us.”

She watched as he loosened his tie, appearing to rein in his temper. After a long pause, he replied, “I’m glad to hear that. Stick to that, and keep it that way.”

Norah bristled, then asked quietly, “Are you holding yourself to that same standard?”

He frowned. “What are you implying?”

Looking away, Norah clenched her fists, choosing to hold back her question. She felt a pang in her chest, not ready to face the answer.

“It’s nothing,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Kevin noticed her expression, sensing she wanted to say more but was holding back. Just as he was about to press her, a knock interrupted them.

“Sir, ma’am,” the maid called from the hallway.

Kevin opened the door, taking the invitation she handed him. “Sir, it’s from the Godin family.”

After dismissing the maid, he opened the invitation. It was for Old Mr. Godin’s 70th birthday celebration. Kevin had known him for years but rarely attended his birthday gatherings. This time, it was clearly a significant occasion.

Turning back, he saw Norah lying down. “Norah, come with me to the birthday celebration tomorrow night.”

“Whose birthday?” she asked, her voice indifferent.

“Old Mr. Godin,” he replied.

At the mention of Mr. Godin, Norah sat up. “It’s his birthday?”

“Seventieth,” Kevin replied, watching her expression closely.

Norah hesitated, recalling a previous dinner commitment. “I actually have plans tomorrow.”

“I’ve always gone solo,” Kevin said, his tone firm.

Their hidden marriage meant he usually kept a low profile, and this was the type of event where he preferred being single in others’ eyes.

“What are your plans?” he asked, his voice a little too casual.

Norah didn’t hold back. “I have a dinner planned.”

“With Steven?” he guessed, his voice dropping to a steely tone.

“Yes, he helped me, so I’m treating him to dinner,” she answered, looking him straight in the eyes.

Kevin’s jaw clenched. “You said you wouldn’t cross any lines.”

“It’s just dinner—a thank-you gesture. I’m not complicating things like you are,” she replied coolly.

“Cancel it,” he ordered, his temper flaring again.

Norah sighed, not wanting to argue. “Fine, we’ll discuss it tomorrow. I’ll get your clothes ready for tonight.”

She walked past him, but he resisted the urge to grab her arm. It felt as though she was slipping away, and he didn’t know how to pull her back.

After his shower, Kevin returned to the room, his irritation softened. Slipping into bed, he wrapped his arm around her, whispering, “Come with me tomorrow.”

Norah didn’t hesitate. “Alright.”

They hadn’t spent much time together recently, and she figured this was an important event.

Her answer seemed to satisfy him, and he relaxed beside her.

The next morning at work, Norah received a call to visit the office. She entered to see a luxurious gift bag on the sofa.

Kevin gestured to it with a slight smile. “Take a look. If it’s not to your liking, let me know, and Kian can exchange it. Or better yet, I’ll go with you to pick something out.”