Ch. 33: Mr. Edwards' Unraveled Life chapter 33

Chapter 33As time passed, Kevin grew more mature and composed. He noticed Norah gazing at him with a faint smile on her lips. "What’s on your mind, looking at me like that?" he asked.

Caught off guard, Norah shifted her gaze, replying guiltily, "Nothing."

Kevin pressed, "You were clearly peeking at me."

Norah turned the tables, "How would you know I was peeking if you weren’t looking at me?"

"Alright, I did look at you," Kevin admitted simply, revealing that he noticed her every move, even unintentionally.

Norah was at a loss for words, feeling her heart race.

Kevin cut the steak and handed it to her. "It’s ready. Eat."

Norah appreciated his thoughtfulness, and her heart warmed instantly.

Whenever Kevin took a step towards her, the world seemed more beautiful.

As she picked up the knife and fork, she asked, "Do you know what I was thinking when I looked at you earlier?"

Kevin took a sip of wine and replied, "What were you thinking?"

Norah smiled. "I was thinking about how lucky I’ve been all these years. I’ve never faced real hardship in life or work. My family wasn’t wealthy, but my parents always made sure I didn’t suffer too much and sent me to college. After meeting you, I was even happier—you helped me pay off my father’s debt, and we got married without a hitch. I almost died once, but I was saved. I truly am luckier than most."

Norah felt content.

Kevin listened closely. He had been with her for many years and knew a fair amount about her family. She was cherished by her parents, but…

"Almost died? You never mentioned that," Kevin asked, concerned. "What happened?"

Norah locked eyes with Kevin and took a deep breath. "I was kidnapped once."

Kevin’s gaze intensified.

Norah’s expression remained gentle. "I nearly died, and I wasn’t the only one taken. But I was the only one who survived," she said, still saddened by the memory.

"Did someone save you?" Kevin asked.

Norah’s eyes brightened slightly. "Yes, someone did. He was like a hero descending from the sky. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be here."

That event was the biggest turning point in her life, something she could never forget.

But Kevin’s demeanor changed. He set down his glass and, in a cold tone, asked, "His name was Anthony, wasn’t it?"

Norah looked at Kevin again, her hands gripping the tablecloth tightly.

How did Kevin know?

At that moment, Norah felt her secret was about to be exposed. She was filled with both fear and anticipation.

Kevin’s eyes were icy, piercing her heart like an arrow. "If you liked him so much, why did you marry me?"

His words caused Norah’s face to pale, and she loosened her grip on the tablecloth, her expression turning somewhat grim. "What?"

Kevin stood up. "Am I wrong? You loved Anthony, but you married me instead. He’s the hero you’ve held in your heart, the one you’ve been thinking about all this time."

Norah felt like cold water had been poured over her heart.

Kevin knew nothing. Maybe he was overthinking things. Norah realized that what felt like a romantic and brave experience to her might be just a fleeting moment in someone else’s life. It was unforgettable for her, but to Kevin, it meant nothing.

She felt a pang of sadness, wondering what Kevin might find worth remembering.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?" Kevin’s mood darkened. Seeing her silence, he lifted her chin, demanding, "Did I hit the mark?"

Norah looked into his cold eyes and asked, "Kevin, do you have a memory that stands out above all others?"

Kevin’s expression turned distant, and a vague image of a girl flitted through his mind. He shook his head, then tightened his grip on Norah. "You still haven’t answered me—do you like him that much?"

Norah replied, "I did like him."

This admission ignited Kevin’s anger.

"But… um…"

Before Norah could finish, Kevin kissed her forcefully. It was so unexpected that she widened her eyes, seeing the rage in Kevin as he kissed her intensely, his hands moving to her waist.

His body radiated heat, like boiling water, overwhelming her bit by bit.

"Kevin…"

Norah called his name, but it only seemed to fuel his passion. He picked her up and carried her to the bed.

She noticed his eyes were bloodshot, his breath heavy. Realizing something was off, she placed her hands on his chest. "Kevin…"

Kevin laid her on the bed, pressing his body against hers. He panted, his hand trailing along her neck before he leaned in to kiss her again.

"Mm…"

Norah couldn’t help but make a sound, though her body resisted.

Kevin pinned her hands above her head and whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Don’t move."

Norah felt his body’s changes against her, making her stiffen and her heart race.

"Kevin, was something wrong with the wine?" Norah wondered aloud. It didn’t make sense for him to lose control so suddenly—maybe the wine he drank was drugged.

She hadn’t drunk any, so she was fine. But Kevin…

Kevin’s gaze deepened, his voice soft and hoarse as he asked, "Is this okay?"

His partially exposed chest heaved, like a wolf barely holding back. If she agreed, he would tear her clothes off in an instant.

Norah felt herself drowning in his eyes, her reason slipping away. She remained silent, torn between logic and emotion.

Unable to wait for her response, Kevin kissed her swollen lips again.

"Mmm…"

Norah’s voice escaped.

Outside, Bonnie was eavesdropping at the door, curious if the drug had taken effect. Hearing the sounds inside, she smiled.

She immediately called someone to share her excitement. "Kevin did well today. I’m sure the young couple will be together tonight, and soon we’ll have grandchildren to spoil."

She laughed as she walked away.

Inside, the room grew hotter.

Norah lost herself, letting her guard down under Kevin’s relentless touch. She was swept away, like a calm lake suddenly stirred by waves.

Her body softened, tingling, unable to muster any strength.

"Ring, ring, ring~"

Kevin’s phone kept ringing. No one answered, but it kept ringing again and again.