Ch. 32: Mr. Edwards' Unraveled Life chapter 32

Chapter 32

Bonnie was firm in her stance.

Kevin, still respectful, tried to explain calmly, "I have work to do."

"I don’t care if your business collapses—you’re not leaving!" Bonnie shot back. "Nothing is more important than Norah. I couldn’t care less about your job today. Remember, Norah is your wife. Other women don’t matter, even if they’re on their deathbed!"

Kevin knew that if Norah lost hope, he’d regret it deeply. Bonnie feared that Kevin would let his emotions cloud his judgment, neglecting those who truly cared for him, all for a woman who wasn’t worth it. If Norah, such a good person, ever walked away, Kevin would be left in despair. As his aunt, Bonnie couldn’t let that happen. She was determined to make him realize what really mattered while she still had the chance.

Kevin glanced back at Norah and noticed she looked upset. She wasn’t even looking at him, just holding onto the clothes she didn’t know what to do with. He knew Bonnie wouldn’t let him leave today, and if he did, it would only lead to more chaos down the road.

Kevin finally said, "She’s my wife. I know what I need to do."

"Good. Keep your word and don’t try to fool me when it matters!" Bonnie replied coldly, giving Kian a sharp look. It was his fault—if he hadn’t whispered something in Kevin’s ear, she wouldn’t have had to intervene.

Kian felt a shiver down his spine and quickly left the room.

Bonnie then closed the door, leaving Kevin and Norah alone.

Kevin took a deep breath and turned to Norah. "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine," Norah replied quietly.

"You were drunk last night. Does your head still hurt?" Kevin asked, sitting down beside her again.

This time, Norah didn’t mention the coat she had bought for him. Once you say something and it isn’t acknowledged, repeating it feels awkward.

Norah knew Kevin’s heart was with Bianca. Bianca had bought him clothes, so why would he wear something from someone else?

She set the coat aside and shook her head. "No, it doesn’t hurt anymore. I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble last night."

She wasn’t sure if she had been a burden, but it had certainly been one of her most embarrassing moments.

Kevin didn’t respond, but he gently touched her forehead, then took her arm and rolled up her sleeve.

Norah was puzzled by his actions.

"Your forehead’s still a bit warm, and the rash hasn’t completely gone away. You should take some allergy medication," Kevin said.

Norah’s heart sank as she remembered last night. She had been allergic to alcohol, her skin itching terribly. Kevin had taken care of her, stopping her from scratching herself raw.

Even without love, even with the difficulties she faced in the Edwards family, Kevin still showed her some compassion.

She pulled her hand away, bitterness in her voice as she said, "It’ll get better gradually. The allergy medicine might not work completely, so don’t worry too much. You should go to work. I’ll open the door for you. Don’t take Aunt Bonnie’s words too seriously. Even if you leave, I won’t mention it to her."

She walked over to open the door, but found it locked from the inside.

"We’ll stay here tonight. The door will open tomorrow morning, and we’ll go home then," Kevin said. He knew Bonnie had planned this, which is why he didn’t want to leave.

Norah had no choice but to accept. "Okay."

Kevin took off his suit jacket, leaving just his shirt on. He looked at her again. "Are you hungry?"

Norah had only eaten breakfast that day. With Bonnie, she had only sipped some coffee.

"A little."

Kevin picked up the landline and called. A voice on the other end responded, "Kevin, don’t even think about leaving this hotel today!"

Bonnie had made sure no one would interfere. She didn’t want anyone getting in the way of her plans to ensure Kevin and Norah spent time together, hoping for a future grandchild.

Kevin wasn’t exempt from her determination. "Auntie, Norah is hungry. Could you send some food up?"

Bonnie’s tone softened immediately. "Oh, it’s Norah who’s hungry! I’ll send something right away. Just wait."

Then she hung up.

Kevin looked at the phone and shook his head with a smile. He turned back to Norah and joked, "My aunt treats you better than she treats me. She scolded me when she answered the phone, but as soon as she knew you were hungry, she changed her tune and rushed to get food for you."

Norah asked, "Was that your aunt on the phone?"

"Yes, she owns this hotel," Kevin explained. "She’s determined that we stay here tonight, and she’s gone all out to make it happen."

It was clear that Bonnie was serious about mending Norah and Kevin’s relationship.

A little while later, the doorbell rang, and a waiter entered with a dining cart.

"Sir, Madam, this is a candlelight dinner prepared just for you."

The table was set with candles, roses, and red wine, creating a romantic atmosphere.

Norah had never experienced a candlelight dinner alone with Kevin. She had only seen such scenes in TV dramas and had always envied them, hoping for a day when she and her partner could share something even more romantic.

Bonnie had been very thoughtful.

"Sir, Madam, please enjoy," the waiter said, setting the table before leaving.

Kevin pulled out a chair for Norah. "Please, sit."

Norah, still in a bit of a daze, sat down as Kevin had suggested.

"Your body’s still recovering, so no alcohol today—you’ll have milk instead," Kevin said, carefully pouring milk into a wine glass and setting it in front of her.

Norah watched as he poured himself a little red wine and began cutting the steak.

In the dim light, Kevin’s features were even more striking—his high nose, soft hair, and the charm that seemed to radiate from him.

He was as calm and handsome as he had been over ten years ago when he first appeared in her life like a hero.