Ch. 227: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 227

Chapter 227

[There is time at noon.] Norah directly gave Kevin an address.

She followed up with a brief message to Maxine: [Twelve o’clock sharp.]

When Maxine received Norah’s reply, a sly smile crept across her face. She had already planned her next move.

Meanwhile, Kevin was in a surprisingly good mood.

For the first time, Norah had reached out to meet him.

He couldn’t help but wonder: Has she come to her senses?

Perhaps she didn’t really want a divorce after all. Maybe she’d realized life without him wasn’t so great.

Kevin leaned back, mulling over his options. Should he be cold and distant to make her regret everything? Or should he let her know how lucky she was to have him? After all, no one else would treat her as well as he did.

His thoughts were interrupted by Kian, his assistant, who knocked and entered. “Mr. Edwards, there’s a shareholders’ meeting scheduled for this afternoon.”

“Reschedule it,” Kevin said decisively. “I have somewhere to be at noon.”

Kian raised a brow, surprised. “Where are you headed?”

“Norah asked me to meet her.”

Kian paused for a moment, then grinned. “Reconciliation, huh? Congratulations, Mr. Edwards!”

Kevin’s expression darkened slightly. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I didn’t say I’d forgive her.”

But Kian knew better. Kevin might play hard to get, but the truth was clear: he was thrilled Norah had reached out.

“Shall I prepare the car?” Kian asked.

“Do it now,” Kevin replied, adjusting his tie. He added thoughtfully, “And about what I’ll say to her—should I approach it differently this time?”

Kian hesitated but finally said, “If I may, sir, perhaps avoid mentioning... that topic. It’s still too raw for her. Take it slow. Earn her trust, and she’ll come around in time.”

Kevin frowned. “Are you saying Norah doesn’t trust me?”

“Well,” Kian began carefully, “you’ve been married in secret, sir. That alone can make someone feel insecure. Then there’s the situation with Bianca—”

“There’s nothing between Bianca and me,” Kevin interrupted, visibly irritated.

“I know that, but Madame doesn’t. You’ve never told her the full story, and on top of that, you kept the marriage hidden. It’s not about the truth—it’s about how she feels.”

Kevin leaned back, his frustration evident. He had done everything to provide for Norah, from financial security to thoughtful gestures. What more could she want?

Kian added gently, “Sir, she’s your wife, not just someone in your life. Show her that she’s not an outsider.”

Kevin sighed, waved him off, and said, “Get the car ready. We’re leaving.”

At the hotel, Norah waited in her car, her gaze fixed on the entrance.

Maxine appeared shortly after, knocking on the window. “This is the place?”

Norah nodded. “Kevin will be here at twelve. The private room is ready.”

“Perfect,” Maxine said, flashing a smug smile. “Don’t worry, Norah. Once I’m promoted to editor-in-chief, you won’t be stuck typing away forever. I’ll make sure of it.”

Norah gave her a tight smile. “Go on in.” She handed Maxine the room number and watched as she walked confidently toward the entrance.

Moments later, Norah’s phone buzzed. She checked her messages, and a small smile appeared on her lips. The orphanage issue had been resolved.

Without wasting another moment, she slipped away, heading in the direction of the orphanage.

Twenty minutes later, Kevin’s car pulled up in front of the hotel.

He checked his reflection in the mirror, adjusted his suit, and straightened his tie before stepping out. Alone, he strode into the hotel, heading toward the private room Norah had indicated.

When he opened the door, his gaze immediately scanned the room—but Norah wasn’t there.

Instead, Maxine sat poised at the table, a self-satisfied smile on her face.

Kevin’s demeanor turned cold, his expression darkening. “Where’s Norah?”

“She stepped out to the bathroom,” Maxine replied smoothly. “She’ll be back soon.”

Kevin narrowed his eyes, suspicious but unwilling to leave just yet. He reluctantly sat down, keeping his distance from her.

Maxine seized the moment, pouring a glass of wine and sliding it toward him. “Mr. Edwards, let’s have a drink while we wait. It’s not every day I get to share a table with you.”

Kevin ignored the glass, his voice icy. “I’m here for Norah.”

Maxine laughed lightly, trying to play it off. “Of course. But we can still enjoy ourselves, can’t we? Norah and I are friends, after all. She thought it’d be nice for us to meet.”

Kevin’s fingers rested on the wine glass, but his piercing gaze remained fixed on her. “Did Norah ask you to drink with me?”

Caught off guard, Maxine hesitated before answering, “Well, not exactly. But she trusts me to—”

“Drink it yourself,” Kevin interrupted curtly, sliding the glass back toward her.

Maxine’s confidence faltered, but she quickly recovered, lifting the glass with a forced smile. “To sincerity!” she said, downing the wine in one gulp.

Kevin’s face grew colder. “Why isn’t Norah here yet?”

Maxine leaned in closer, emboldened by the alcohol. “Mr. Edwards, let’s forget about Norah for a moment. She can’t make you happy like I can.” Her tone turned flirtatious, her words dripping with suggestion.

With a sharp crash, Kevin’s wine glass shattered against the floor, cutting off her advances instantly.