Ch. 268: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 268

Chapter 268

"It's impressive; even the soup is gone," Gloria teased, her tone light but playful.

Norah nudged her with an elbow, silently urging her to stop the chatter as she took Jace's bowl.

"I like soup," Jace said with a small smile. Then, with a polite nod, he added, "I’ve got work to attend to, so I won’t stay long."

"Alright," Norah replied.

Jace nodded again and left the apartment. Norah walked him to the door, closing it softly behind him.

As the sound of the door echoed, Jace hesitated outside. He turned back, his gaze lingering on the door for a moment before he finally headed downstairs. Waiting for him was a sleek Mercedes, but his attention was caught by a nearby sports car. Its window rolled down, revealing a stunning red-haired woman with long, wavy hair and piercing eyes.

"Why the sudden change of scenery?" she asked, her tone laced with intrigue.

Jace met her gaze, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You found me quickly."

The red-haired woman stepped out of her car, her tall frame balanced effortlessly on a pair of razor-thin heels. She scanned the building with a skeptical look. "This doesn’t seem like your style, Jace. Why here?"

Jace shrugged casually. "Trying something different. Is there a reason you’re here?"

She smiled knowingly. "The boss wants to see you."

His expression tightened briefly before he nodded. "Understood." Without another word, he climbed into his car, following her lead as they drove off.

Back in the apartment, Norah packed her belongings for work. "If you’re staying, the spare key’s here," she said, motioning to the table.

Gloria, still engrossed in her phone, remarked, "Your mom asked if you’re divorced. I told her the truth—that you aren’t."

Norah froze mid-step, switching her shoes. "Why did you have to bring that up?"

Gloria shrugged. "She’s your mom. What was I supposed to do? Lie? If she found out, she’d never trust me again."

Norah sighed. "Fine. If she knows, she knows." Grabbing a box of strawberries, she added, "I’m heading out."

Near her office, Norah was overcome with morning sickness and decided to walk the last stretch to get some fresh air. As she strolled, snacking on strawberries, she noticed a sports car trailing her. The engine purred softly, the car moving just fast enough to keep pace.

The red-haired woman leaned out of the car window, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Where’d you get those strawberries?"

Caught off guard, Norah hesitated. "I didn’t buy them."

The woman smirked, as if she already knew. "Thought so. They must’ve come from him."

Norah frowned. "What are you talking about?"

The woman chuckled softly. "Nothing. Just... envy." Her gaze lingered on Norah, as if assessing her.

Feeling the weight of the woman’s scrutiny, Norah asked cautiously, "You know Jace?"

"Friend," the woman answered, her voice light but vague.

"These strawberries—what’s so special about them?" Norah pressed.

The woman’s smile deepened. "They’re his. Nobody else gets to touch them. Not even me."

Norah froze. The casual tone in the woman’s voice carried an underlying weight. Before Norah could respond, the woman sped off, leaving her standing there, box of strawberries in hand, her thoughts spinning.

Later at work, Norah received a call from her mother, Gwen. "Mom," she answered.

"How’s work?" Gwen asked, her voice warm.

"Not bad. I’m adjusting," Norah replied.

"Good. It’s been too long since you’ve been home. Come by for dinner tonight," Gwen insisted.

"I’m busy today—"

Gwen cut her off. "You can’t be busy all the time. Tomorrow’s Sunday. You’ll have time. Your father and I want to see you, and we’ll have some guests over."

"Guests?" Norah asked, her curiosity piqued.

"You’ll see," Gwen said cryptically. "Promise you’ll come?"

After a brief pause, Norah agreed. "Alright. I’ll come by tomorrow."

The next day, instead of hosting dinner at home, Gwen arranged for a meal at an upscale hotel. As Norah arrived, she spotted her mother waiting eagerly at the entrance.

"Mom," Norah greeted as she stepped out of the car. "Why are we at a hotel? And where’s Dad? Is there a special occasion?"

Gwen beamed. "Of course, there’s a reason. Let’s head inside."

Norah followed her into a private dining room, where a middle-aged couple and a young man sat waiting. The man, dressed sharply in a suit, looked about her age. His smile was warm but nervous as he stood to greet her.

Gwen gestured to the young man. "This is Aunt Loewen’s son. He just got back to Craggaville. It’s a good opportunity for you two to get to know each other."

Realization dawned on Norah. This wasn’t just dinner—it was a blind date.

Meanwhile, back at Norah’s apartment, Kevin arrived and rang the doorbell several times. When no one answered, his frustration grew.

"Where could she be?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

"Check where Norah is," he instructed Kian, his assistant.

Moments later, Kian replied, "Sir, it seems Madam went back to her family. From what I’ve heard... she might be on a blind date."