Ch. 70: Mr. Edwards' Unraveled Life chapter 70

Chapter 70Norah quickly wiped her tears, trying to act normal, and said, "You drank a lot tonight. Just lie down and rest."

Kevin frowned slightly and asked, "Were you crying just now?"

Norah looked down, "There was something in my eye."

"Why were you crying?" he asked again.

Kevin rarely saw her cry, so he knew she must have been very upset.

After a pause, Norah said, "I wiped your body earlier and saw all the scars. I didn’t know you had so many injuries."

Kevin froze. Her tears had been for him. "Are you feeling sorry for me?" he asked.

His words made Norah’s heart race, like her hidden feelings were about to be exposed. "It’s just… I’ve never seen someone with so many scars. It must have hurt a lot."

She was someone who had to mentally prepare even for a simple needle prick, let alone scars like his.

Kevin’s expression softened, showing unexpected tenderness. "You care if I’m hurt. Norah, you’re the first person to say that."

He smiled slightly, unable to hold back a laugh.

Norah met his eyes and could see emotions there—surprise, joy, and a hint of teasing. "How could that be? You’ve had these injuries for a long time, and there must have been people who cared—your grandpa, your mother, your aunt. Lots of people care about you."

Norah’s thoughts were simple. Kevin had grown up in luxury, surrounded by people who doted on him. But then she wondered, if he had been so valued, how did he end up with so many injuries? She could understand the bullet wounds, but what about the others?

She was still lost in thought when Kevin, seeing no point in hiding anything, unbuttoned his shirt again, showing her all his scars.

Norah bit her lip, still in shock.

Kevin frowned, not wanting to revisit the past. "It’s been a long time. I don’t want to talk about it anymore."

Then, looking at her with deep eyes and a relaxed smile, he added, "But seeing you cry for me, I know you really care."

Norah’s mind raced, trying to interpret his words. Did he mean he was happy that she cared? Or was he just relieved that someone finally felt sorry for him?

She thought back to how he had once risked his life to save her. "Kevin, it must have been hard for you to get this far."

Kevin’s eyes narrowed slightly, surprised by her words. He chuckled, "Who has it easy? People shouldn’t dwell on the past, but focus on the future."

If his life had been easy, he wouldn’t be standing here today. He’d likely be long gone.

What he said made sense. Life isn’t easy for anyone—there’s always something harder.

Kevin said nothing more, stood up, and took off his shirt. He was so comfortable with her that he didn’t feel the need to hide anything.

She knew this would happen.

His muscular back was also covered in scars, making him look even more strong, though the scars marred his flawless figure.

As Norah touched his back, Kevin tensed. His eyes darkened, but he didn’t pull away. His hoarse voice whispered, "It doesn’t hurt anymore."

Those scars pierced Norah’s heart. She stayed quiet but clenched her fists.

Kevin didn’t want to talk about it—those scars likely carried painful memories, including the time when he had protected her.

Norah took a step back, letting go.

She realized there were still things about Kevin she didn’t know.

She even wondered if he had once been "Anthony," not Kevin.

Bonnie had said she didn’t like Siena and that she had raised Kevin, claiming Siena had no right to flaunt herself in front of her. Siena was supposed to be Kevin’s mother, but she never seemed to care about him. It didn’t make sense.

Maybe Siena hadn’t loved her son much when he was young, which explained his difficult childhood. But now it seemed Siena had finally come around.

Norah’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but she quickly refocused and said, "You smell like alcohol. Go take a shower."

"Okay," Kevin said calmly, pulling on his shirt and heading to the bathroom.

Norah went to the closet and grabbed a set of pajamas for him, placing them by the bathroom door. She had become used to taking care of him, and Kevin had gotten used to it too.

Sometimes, she wondered if, after their divorce, Kevin would struggle without her, or if another woman would step in to care for him and know his habits. If that happened, he would likely forget about her quickly. Life moves on, and Kevin would too.

Norah grabbed her own pajamas and took a bath in the other bathroom. When she returned to the bedroom, she lay on the bed with her eyes closed. Soon, Kevin came out of the bathroom.

She pretended to be asleep as she felt the bed shift and Kevin’s body press against hers. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and his warm body clung to hers. His breath brushed against her cheek, still carrying a faint smell of alcohol.

She felt his hand move up her pajama top.

When his hand reached her lower abdomen, the heat made Norah jolt.

She turned her head, pretending to be groggy, and met Kevin’s slightly drunk gaze. For the first time, she saw a hint of affection in his eyes.

He kissed her neck gently, his touch soft, and his voice husky and magnetic as he whispered, "Norah, don’t talk to Steven anymore. Just be my wife."