Ch. 69: Mr. Edwards' Unraveled Life chapter 69

Chapter 69"I'm sorry, Mr. Edwards. I made a mistake today. I should’ve stopped things earlier, and I upset you. I’ll make sure it doesn't happen again." Norah quickly admitted her fault, worried he might get angry and argue.

Kevin, noticing how fast she admitted it, asked, "Was it for work or personal reasons?"

Norah knew it was personal but stayed silent. "Of course, it was for work. As long as I'm your secretary, I’ll be responsible for my actions. You can deduct my pay if you want, I won’t complain."

Kevin was silent, clearly unhappy, but couldn’t argue further. His face darkened, and he let her go, acting like they hadn’t spoken at all.

Norah thought the situation was resolved, but Kevin’s expression only got colder. As a secretary, she cautiously asked, "Mr. Edwards, are we not going back inside? You barely ate, are you hungry?"

Kevin, still cold, said, "Call Kian and tell him we’re going home!"

The earlier incident with Alma clearly made him more upset. His emotions were always hard to predict.

Norah didn’t think too much and quickly called Kian to come out. As she waited, Steven messaged her, worried since she’d been gone for a while. She reassured him and told him she was heading home.

Steven simply replied, "Be careful."

Norah noticed that Steven always kept a respectful distance, never crossing any boundaries, yet still showing concern. It was a strange feeling, almost like he knew something but didn’t say it.

When Kevin saw her messaging Steven, his mood worsened. "What were you and Steven whispering about at the table?"

Caught off guard, Norah was still processing Steven’s earlier confession. She tried to dodge the question: "We were just reminiscing about school, nothing important."

Kevin scoffed, "You remember things from over ten years ago that clearly? You have a good memory."

Norah lowered her eyes and clenched her hands slightly. "Can you forget everything from ten years ago?"

"Depends on what it is," Kevin said, his tone cold.

She pressed further, "What do you still remember from back then?"

Kevin frowned, rubbing his forehead. "I don't want to think about it."

Norah looked at his perfect face, noticing how detached he was from the past. Sometimes, she thought he had completely changed from the boy she once knew. If today’s Kevin had been around back then, he wouldn’t have saved her. But it was still him, even if the past didn’t matter to him now.

She smiled bitterly to herself. Why couldn’t she stop thinking about it? She had survived all these years because she was determined to find him.

"Secretary White."

Norah was startled awake by someone calling her. Kian had opened the car door and was shaking her gently. She sat up. "What’s wrong?"

"Mr. Edwards drank a lot tonight and won’t wake up," Kian said.

Norah quickly looked over and saw Kevin sleeping in the same position, breathing steadily, showing no signs of waking. He must’ve been exhausted, though he rarely drank this much.

Seeing they’d arrived home, Norah said, "I'll get someone to help him inside. Mr. Kian, it's late, you should go rest."

Kian nodded. "Take care of Mr. Edwards."

Norah hurried into the house and called the staff to help Kevin to his bedroom. Once he was on the bed, Norah felt drained. She helped take off his shoes and hung his jacket. The strong smell of alcohol lingered.

Suddenly, Kevin turned over and pulled Norah into his arms, holding her tightly. She froze as his face rested against her stomach, and he held her close like a child seeking warmth, completely different from his usual cold self.

Norah looked down at his softened expression, stroking his face gently. If only he could stay like this forever. She smiled briefly but quickly pulled away and went to the bathroom to get a warm towel to clean him up.

Carefully, she unbuttoned his shirt and wiped his face and body. But as she wiped his neck and moved downward, she froze, noticing scars all over his body. Her breathing grew heavy as she sat down on the bed, shocked. The scars were everywhere—on his chest, his abdomen, and likely his back too.

How could he have so many injuries? He was from a wealthy family, living in luxury all his life. How did he get these scars?

Norah gently touched the scar on his abdomen, trembling. She knew he had used her, but seeing his injuries still made her heart ache. One of the scars, caused by a bullet, was from when he saved her.

Tears fell onto his wound. Kevin, half-awake, felt the warmth of her tear and opened his eyes to see her quietly crying. He quickly buttoned his shirt and asked, his voice hoarse, "I’m awake. Did I do something wrong?"