Ch. 220: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 220

Chapter 220

Steven was momentarily speechless.

Norah glanced at Kevin, her brow furrowed. Why on earth would he carry their marriage certificate around with him? She couldn’t make sense of him.

Kevin stood there, unwrapping the layers of protective covering around the certificate. Finally, the small red book emerged. Holding it up like a trophy, he turned to Steven.

"This," he declared smugly, "is our marriage certificate, Mr. Lord. You might want to take a closer look."

Steven’s jaw tightened as he stared at the document. In Kevin’s eyes, there was an unmistakable hint of pride—a stark contrast to the indifference Steven expected.

Why would Kevin be proud of this marriage if it was just a contract? Steven wondered. For years, Kevin had barely acknowledged Norah as his wife. Wasn’t he supposed to be eager to sever ties?

The way Kevin flaunted the certificate now told a different story. Who keeps their marriage certificate so meticulously wrapped, only to flaunt it in public?

Steven finally broke the silence, his tone calm and measured. "Mr. Edwards, it doesn’t change the fact that this marriage is bound to end."

Kevin’s expression hardened. "Who says I want a divorce?"

Steven faltered, his brow furrowing in thought. Kevin’s tone and demeanor didn’t match someone looking for an exit.

Norah interjected, her voice firm. "I said it. I’ve been saying it all along. Even if the marriage certificate is still valid, it’s only a matter of time before it becomes a divorce certificate."

Steven looked at Norah in quiet surprise.

Kevin, however, locked his eyes on her, his face darkening. Tightening his grip on the certificate, he snapped, "Marriage isn’t something you can discard on a whim, Norah. It’s not a game. You can’t just decide to walk away like a child playing house."

Norah stared back, her confusion mounting. Isn’t that exactly what he’s done—treated this marriage like a game? For years, she had felt nothing but frustration and unhappiness in their relationship. All she wanted now was freedom, a chance to live without his control.

"I’ve made up my mind," she said flatly, her expression resolute.

Steven, still seated, finally spoke, his tone steady and supportive. "Mr. Edwards, you should respect Norah’s wishes."

Kevin shot him a glare, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Respect her wishes? Sure. And let her end up with you? Don’t act like you’re innocent in this, Mr. Lord."

"What are you implying?" Norah cut in sharply, glaring at Kevin. "Steven and I are just friends. Stop making baseless accusations!"

Kevin’s jaw clenched. "Oh, so you’re worried about his reputation now? Why don’t you ever defend mine?"

Norah stared at him, dumbfounded by his audacity. "You’re being unreasonable," she muttered, grabbing her bag. "Enjoy your meal. I’m leaving."

She stood and stormed toward the exit.

Steven moved to follow her, but Kevin blocked his path, his eyes cold. "Mr. Lord," he said, his voice a low warning. "Norah and I are still husband and wife. You’re overstepping. Don’t make this harder for all of us."

Steven paused, his expression shifting between anger and frustration. He knew pushing further would only escalate things. Reluctantly, he returned to his seat.

Kevin, however, immediately followed Norah outside.

Norah stepped out of the restaurant and onto the street, intending to hail a cab. But there were none in sight, and her ride-share app informed her it would be at least 30 minutes before a car arrived.

Behind her, Kevin’s voice rang out. "Get in the car. I’ll drive you home."

Without turning, she called back, "No, thanks!"

Kevin sighed, his patience clearly wearing thin. "It’s a twenty-minute drive, Norah. Or you can walk for an hour. Your choice."

"I’ll wait for a taxi," she replied curtly.

"Good luck with that," Kevin retorted. "This area is packed. You’ll be waiting all night."

She quickened her pace, determined to ignore him.

Kevin leaned on the car horn, causing several pedestrians to glance in their direction. He honked again, louder this time.

"If you don’t get in, I’ll just keep honking," he warned.

Annoyed and embarrassed, Norah finally spun around and glared at him. This man has no shame. Begrudgingly, she climbed into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut.

When the car pulled up to her apartment building, Norah stepped out without a word and headed toward the entrance. But Kevin wasn’t far behind.

She stopped and turned to face him, her voice tense. "Thank you for driving me home. You can leave now."

Kevin ignored her and gestured toward the building. "Aren’t you going inside?"

With an exasperated sigh, Norah walked toward the elevator, Kevin following closely behind.

"I’ve never seen where you live," he said casually. "Can’t I take a quick look?"

Norah said nothing, hoping he would lose interest once he saw her modest apartment.

Her apartment was small—a one-bedroom unit with just enough space for the essentials. But it was clean and cozy, with modern furnishings. Compared to the lavish lifestyle Kevin was used to, it was practically Spartan.

"This is where I live," she said, standing at the doorway. "As you can see, it’s simple but functional. You’ve seen it. Now you can go."

Kevin glanced around, his expression unreadable. "You’re right. It’s small," he remarked. Then, to her dismay, he stepped inside.