Ch. 219: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 219

Chapter 219

"Alright, let’s go," Norah said, her voice light but ready to move on.

"Okay. I hope we’ll meet again next time," the dean replied warmly.

Kevin glanced at the group of children nearby, unable to resist giving one final instruction before leaving. "Don’t forget—what do you call us again?"

"Brother! Sister!" the children chorused in unison, their manners impeccable.

Kevin smirked and added, "And if you don’t call us that, what else should you say?"

"Uncle! Aunt!" The children chimed again, clearly well-trained.

Kevin had drilled this lesson into them at least ten times by now, and it finally stuck.

Norah observed Kevin with an amused look. The children’s antics seemed to entertain him, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Uncle! Aunt! May you live happily ever after!" the children shouted cheerfully.

Norah's eyes narrowed. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Uncle said earlier that you're his wife," one of the kids explained innocently. "He said we can’t mess up the family hierarchy. If we don’t call you ‘Brother’ and ‘Sister,’ we have to call you ‘Uncle’ and ‘Aunt.’"

Norah was stunned speechless.

At first, she couldn’t understand what Kevin was playing at, but now it was clear.

Why on earth was he going around calling her his wife?

Before Norah could respond, the dean beamed at her. "Ms. White, I didn’t expect someone as young as you to already be married. And with a husband like Mr. Edwards, who supports your career so much, I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful life together."

"I…" Norah hesitated, wanting to clarify their relationship, but the dean continued, oblivious. "It’s rare to meet someone like Mr. Edwards, who goes out of his way to support his wife’s dreams. He even prepared so much for your visit. And he told me that if we ever need help in the future, he’ll be there. I’m truly honored to know both of you."

Norah bit her lip, struggling to find the words.

The dean’s heartfelt gratitude overwhelmed her. "I don’t know how to thank you enough," the dean added, her tone sincere. "All I can do is wish you and Mr. Edwards a lifetime of happiness."

Faced with the dean’s earnest blessings, Norah forced a polite smile, swallowing her protests.

As they walked away, she turned to Kevin. "Why did you tell them I’m your wife?"

Kevin tugged at his sleeves, a trace of satisfaction in his voice. "Because it’s true."

"True?" Norah scoffed. "I left the divorce papers on your desk. In my eyes, we’re already divorced."

Kevin fixed her with an unwavering stare. "Do you not respect the law?"

"What are you even talking about?" Norah asked, exasperated.

"I just find it… amusing," Kevin replied with a faint smirk.

Norah bristled at his nonchalance. "Listen, whether you want this divorce or not, it’s already over for me. We’ve been separated for two years—that alone proves this is a loveless marriage. Let it go, Kevin. Stop clinging to something that’s already dead."

She wanted him to understand—forcing something that wasn’t there was pointless.

Kevin said nothing, his silence a frustrating wall she couldn’t break through.

Feeling her irritation spike, Norah snapped, "Get out of the car!"

Kevin remained motionless, his expression unreadable.

The driver didn’t slow down either, treating her outburst like it hadn’t happened.

"Did you hear me? I said get out!" Norah demanded again.

Kevin finally spoke, his tone calm but cutting. "This area is remote. If you get out now, you’ll have to walk for miles. Don’t act rashly—it’s not your strong suit."

She glanced out the window, realizing he was right. The road was desolate, and walking alone at this hour wasn’t safe.

Reluctantly, she held her tongue. Sometimes, knowing when to yield was the smart move.

The car eventually stopped in front of the TV station. Kevin glanced at the building’s sign and asked, "Your station recently mentioned wanting to interview me."

"Really?" Norah replied, her tone indifferent.

Kevin’s dark eyes locked onto hers. "Why not you?"

Norah shook her head. "I’ve only been here for ten days. I’m not at that level yet. All I do is write pieces reflecting social issues."

Kevin seemed to accept this for now but made no move to leave.

Before she could question him further, a familiar voice called out, "Norah!"

Turning around, she spotted Steven standing nearby.

"Steven," she greeted, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you’d started a new job, so I thought I’d check on you. Seems like I was worrying for nothing," Steven said warmly, his gaze flickering to Kevin. "Mr. Edwards, what a coincidence to see you here as well."

Kevin’s jaw tightened, clearly irritated. "I wouldn’t call it a coincidence, Mr. Lord. It seems you were here deliberately."

"You’re right. I came to see Norah," Steven admitted openly. "I wanted to invite her to dinner."

Kevin’s expression darkened as his gaze shifted between Norah and Steven. He pulled at his suit, his voice cold. "Perfect timing. I haven’t eaten yet either. Let’s all go together."

Norah didn’t object, though she quickly regretted it. The meal turned into a tense standoff, with Kevin and Steven engaging in a silent battle of wills.

At one point, Kevin raised his glass of wine, his tone mocking. "Mr. Lord, if you’re inviting my wife to dinner, shouldn’t you also invite me? After all, I am her husband."

Steven smiled, unfazed. "As far as I know, you two are divorced. If there’s no love left, why hold on? Everyone deserves the chance to pursue happiness."

Kevin’s eyes narrowed. "Is that what you call happiness?"

Steven met his gaze steadily. "Yes, and I think I can offer that to her."

Kevin’s lips curled into a smirk as he motioned to his assistant. "Bring it here."

Kian stepped forward, handing Kevin a small package wrapped meticulously.

Steven raised an eyebrow. "What’s this, Mr. Edwards?"

Kevin unwrapped the package deliberately, revealing its contents with a triumphant air.

"Our marriage certificate," he said, his tone laced with finality.