Ch. 264: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 264

Chapter 264

Hearing Kevin’s words, Norah clenched her fists instinctively, her eyes darting away to avoid his gaze. She was afraid she might be reading too much into it. “If you care so much that you’re willing to change, why do you care at all?” she asked hesitantly.

Kevin’s expression softened as he replied, “Because you’re my wife.”

Norah’s lips tightened, and she stirred her chopsticks in the spicy broth without eating. “Didn’t I already tell you? I’m filing for divorce. Being a wife in name only doesn’t mean much. You’ve never changed for me before. Why start now?”

Kevin didn’t respond immediately. His piercing gaze seemed to weigh her words, and for a moment, he looked as though he was deciding how much to say.

Finally, he broke the silence. “I think I might be in love with you.”

Norah froze mid-motion, choking on her soup. The fiery broth stung her throat, and she coughed violently, tears springing to her eyes.

Alarmed, Kevin sprang into action, quickly pouring her a glass of water. “Drink this!” he urged, placing the cup in her trembling hands.

As she gulped down the water, her tears blurred her vision, and her thoughts spun chaotically. Were these tears because she had waited so long to hear those words from him? Or was it just the sting of the spice overwhelming her senses?

Her breathing steadied, but the tension in the air lingered. Kevin, still concerned, patted her back gently. “Are you okay now?” he asked softly.

Norah nodded slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “What… what did you just say?”

Kevin met her wide, startled eyes and repeated with unwavering seriousness, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Norah averted her gaze, her emotions swirling. Once upon a time, hearing those words would have made her heart soar. But now, a bitter ache settled in its place.

Kevin, sensing her hesitation, gripped his hands tightly, nervous but determined. “You don’t have to say anything,” he added, his voice a mix of hope and apprehension. “Just know how I feel.”

Norah’s silence spoke volumes. Her heart was conflicted, torn between the man she had once longed for and the complicated reality they now shared.

Trying to distract herself, she resumed eating. But in her flustered state, some of the oily soup spilled onto her pajamas.

Kevin immediately grabbed a tissue and leaned in to wipe the stain. “Take your time. No one’s rushing you,” he said gently.

“Hm.” Norah’s lashes fluttered as she avoided his gaze, her hands trembling slightly. Her heart was a storm of emotions, and she couldn’t make sense of it.

Kevin stayed beside her as she finished eating, quietly pouring her tea and handing her tissues when needed. Though he maintained his distance, his care was palpable.

Once she was done, Norah leaned back, feeling both full and exhausted. As her eyelids grew heavy, she glanced at Kevin. “Aren’t you going home?” she asked.

“If you’re tired, go rest,” he replied. “I’ll close the door when I leave.”

Norah studied him for a moment. He seemed different—less domineering, more considerate, even a little cautious. With a small nod, she left him and returned to her room.

But sleep wouldn’t come. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying Kevin’s confession. His words tugged at her heart, but fear held her back. She wasn’t ready to confront her feelings, not after everything they’d been through.

After what felt like hours, her door creaked open. She sat up abruptly, startled to see Kevin standing there with a glass of milk in his hand.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice tinged with surprise.

Kevin approached her, placing the glass on her nightstand. “Milk before bed is good for you. It’s sweet and helps relieve stress,” he said simply.

Norah stared at him, her thoughts a jumbled mess. Something about the scene felt oddly familiar, like déjà vu. She hesitated, then reached for the glass, taking a small sip.

The sweetness of the milk eased her nerves, but her head throbbed suddenly, a dull ache spreading across her temples. She winced, pressing a hand to her forehead.

“Are you okay?” Kevin asked, his concern immediate.

“It’s nothing,” she murmured, brushing off his worry.

Kevin watched her closely, then asked cautiously, “Norah, were you ever kidnapped when you were in junior high?”

The question hit her like a thunderbolt. Her grip on the glass tightened as she stared at him in shock.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Kevin hesitated. “It’s nothing,” he said finally, as if deciding against pressing further. “Get some rest.”

But Norah couldn’t shake the feeling that Kevin knew more than he was letting on. Her heart raced as questions flooded her mind. Did he know about Anthony? Did he realize the truth behind her memories?

Her voice wavered as she asked, “You know about the accident I had in junior high, don’t you? About Anthony—the one who saved me?”

Kevin’s expression hardened. After a long pause, he replied, “Yes. There were robbers who broke into your school and kidnapped several students. You were one of them—the only survivor. Anthony saved you.”

Norah’s chest tightened. His words confirmed what she already knew, but something felt off. If Kevin knew about Anthony, why didn’t he realize it was him?

Her voice quivered. “Is that all?”

Kevin looked at her intently, choosing his words carefully. “What else are you expecting me to say?”

Norah searched his face, desperate for answers. But Kevin only adjusted her quilt and said softly, “It’s getting cold. Stay warm—it’s important for the baby.”

“Don’t you resent this child?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kevin paused, his tone gentle but firm. “I wouldn’t dare—not when you’ve staked so much on having this child.”

Norah’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she clutched her hands tightly. “You know about my accident, about Anthony… He’s the hero who saved me…”

Kevin interrupted her softly, maintaining the lie he knew she needed to hear. “Yes, Anthony saved you.”

Norah stared at him, her emotions in turmoil. Deep down, she couldn’t help but wonder—did Kevin truly know the truth, or was he simply playing along?