Ch. 197: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 197

Chapter 197

Kian stepped forward as Norah hurried past him, her pace determined but her expression strained. "Madam," he called out gently, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hands. "Mr. Edwards asked me to deliver these to you. He’s made dinner reservations… hoping to reconcile things."

Norah glanced at him, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. She forced a faint smile. "Kian, didn’t you just call me Secretary White? Why the sudden shift back to 'Madam'? Let’s not confuse titles. Soon enough, I won’t be either."

Her words were clipped, and the pain behind them unmistakable. She eyed the flowers briefly before adding, “Tell Mr. Edwards to give these to someone who truly matters to him.”

Kian’s face fell. “But you are the most important person to Mr. Edwards,” he insisted, his voice tinged with desperation.

Norah shook her head. “Not anymore,” she replied softly. Without another word, she strode away, leaving Kian standing helplessly.

Kian turned toward Kevin, who had been silently observing from a distance. “Mr. Edwards,” Kian said urgently, “she’s upset. Shouldn’t you go after her?”

Kevin didn’t move. His expression was unreadable, but his voice carried an edge. “Did you see her tears?”

“Yes,” Kian admitted. “She looked heartbroken.”

Kevin’s brow furrowed as he processed this. “If being with me causes her so much pain,” he murmured, almost to himself, “what’s the point?”

Kian sighed, trying to coax him into action. “Sir, women want to feel valued. Just give her the flowers, apologize—show her you care.”

Kevin shot him a sharp look. “I’ve already tried talking to her. She still shut me out. What more am I supposed to do—grovel? Lose all my pride?”

“But—” Kian began, only to be cut off by Kevin’s cold tone.

“Throw the flowers in the trash,” Kevin ordered brusquely before turning and walking away.

Kevin didn’t head home that evening. Instead, he ended up at a nightclub, nursing his frustration with a stiff drink. The loud music and flashing lights did little to distract him from his thoughts.

Sitting across from him, Esteban, ever the instigator, smirked and raised his glass. “What’s eating you, Kevin? Trouble in paradise?”

Kevin remained silent, staring into his drink.

Cody, another companion at the table, chuckled. “Kevin? Trouble? Impossible. He always has everything under control.”

Esteban leaned in, grinning slyly. “Don’t be so sure. I remember the last time he saw Norah chatting with another man. The way his jealousy flared up was… enlightening.”

Cody shook his head. “Marriage sounds exhausting. Why bother if you have to keep tabs on someone 24/7?”

“Shut up,” Kevin snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through their teasing.

The two men exchanged knowing glances but said no more.

Esteban, however, couldn’t resist a parting jab. “You know, if Bonian were here, he’d probably analyze this whole mess for you. After all, he deals with divorce cases all the time.”

Kevin clenched his jaw but didn’t respond. The truth was, their words were hitting too close to home.

Hours later, Kevin finally returned home. The faint smell of alcohol and perfume lingered on him as he entered the bedroom. Norah, lying on the bed with her phone, quickly turned off the screen and pretended to be asleep.

“You’re still awake?” Kevin asked, his voice hoarse from the night’s drinking.

Norah opened her eyes, catching the faint slur in his words. “You’ve been drinking,” she noted.

“Yeah,” he replied curtly, heading into the bathroom without another word.

While he showered, Norah got up and began gathering the clothes he had discarded. As she picked up his shirt, something caught her eye—a faint but unmistakable lipstick stain on the collar.

Her chest tightened, but she swallowed the wave of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her.

Kevin emerged from the bathroom moments later, a towel slung over his shoulders. He noticed her holding his shirt and paused.

“Something wrong?” he asked, his tone cautious.

Norah held up the shirt, her expression calm but her voice laced with quiet disappointment. “Lipstick, Kevin?”

His eyes darkened as he processed her words. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was suffocating.

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