Ch. 270: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 270
Chapter 270
Kevin knelt on one knee, and the group of men behind him followed suit. The sheer force of the gesture sent a wave of tension through the room.
Gwen stumbled backward, her confidence faltering. Even Norah, who rarely showed surprise, stood frozen, her expression betraying her shock.
“Kevin, what are you doing?” Gwen demanded, her voice laced with unease.
Lowering his head, Kevin replied firmly, “Mom, please, entrust Norah to me.”
Kevin’s usual demeanor with others was assertive and commanding, but with Norah’s family, he was unfailingly respectful.
Gwen, despite her growing doubts about their marriage, was taken aback. For someone as proud as Kevin to humble himself like this—it forced her to reconsider. She hesitated, caught between anger and uncertainty.
“Aren’t they divorced?” Aunt Loewen asked gently, breaking the silence.
Gwen winced, unsure of how to respond. “They’re in the process… at least, I thought they were.”
“It’s fine,” Aunt Loewen reassured her. “This young man seems sincere. If there’s still hope for reconciliation, we won’t stand in the way. It’s up to Norah to decide.”
Sensing the tension, Aunt Loewen’s family rose from their seats. They clearly didn’t want to be caught in the middle of a messy situation.
“We’ll excuse ourselves,” Aunt Loewen said with an understanding smile.
Gwen flushed with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry for the confusion. I had no idea things were this complicated.”
“It’s alright,” Aunt Loewen said, her tone calm and empathetic. “Take care of your family first.” With that, they left, casting wary glances at Kevin’s entourage as they passed.
When Gwen turned back, her temper flared. “Get up already! Everyone’s gone!”
Kevin remained kneeling. “If you’re upset with me, I’ll stay here until your anger subsides.”
Gwen’s frustration softened slightly at his persistence. “If you knew this would happen, why didn’t you fix things earlier?” she muttered.
Norah stepped forward, her voice sharp. “Did you ever think to ask me how I feel about all this?”
Kevin raised his head, his eyes pleading. “What can I do to make things right?”
Norah’s gaze was cold, her tone unwavering. “You can’t fix what’s already broken. I’ve told you before, love shouldn’t feel forced. Whatever debt I owed you has been paid. Stop clinging to something that’s already over.”
Her words hung heavy in the air, even surprising Gwen, who had assumed Norah was the one hesitant to let go.
Without waiting for a response, Norah turned and walked toward the door.
“Norah!” Kevin called after her, springing to his feet.
She paused, her expression indifferent. “You think a little humility will change my mind? Maybe when I was younger, I’d have been swayed. But now? It doesn’t work anymore.”
Kevin’s voice dropped to a low, almost desperate tone. “Norah…”
“Legally, we’re still married, but that’s just paperwork. I don’t care about the divorce certificate. Stay out of my life. If you ever decide to finalize the divorce, send the papers to my lawyer. There’s nothing left to say, Mr. Edwards. Let’s keep things strictly professional from now on.”
Her words struck like a blow, leaving Kevin stunned and silent as she walked out of the hotel.
Kian, Kevin’s assistant, watched anxiously. “Aren’t you going after her?”
Kevin shook his head, his voice grim. “Didn’t you see how much she resents me? Chasing her will only push her further away.”
“So… what now?” Kian asked hesitantly.
Kevin’s expression hardened. “I’ll find another way.”
Norah returned home, her heart lighter than it had been in months. Leaving Kevin had been the right choice, and she felt a newfound sense of clarity.
As she passed Jace’s door, she paused, her thoughts drifting to the strawberries he’d given her. They were clearly special to him—something he cherished but didn’t eat himself. The gesture had been strange, almost puzzling.
She considered knocking to ask him about it but decided against it. Jace was probably busy, and she didn’t want to intrude.
Letting herself into her apartment, she settled in for the night. But sometime around midnight, she woke to an unusual noise.
Frowning, she sat up and listened carefully. It sounded like someone rummaging through drawers next door—in Jace’s apartment.
Could it be a burglar?
Her curiosity piqued, Norah crept to her door and opened it a crack. The hallway was dim, but soon, she spotted movement.
A tall woman with disheveled red hair emerged from Jace’s apartment, her expression harried. As their eyes met, the woman froze.
“It’s you!” the red-haired woman said, her tone sharp with recognition.
Norah stiffened, her own voice echoing the same surprise. “It’s you!”