Ch. 303: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 303

Chapter 303

The man at the front scoffed when he heard Kevin's words. “Love your wife and you’ll get rich? Where did you hear that nonsense? I don’t buy into superstitions like that. Tell me, have you gotten rich? Hahaha.”

Another man chimed in from behind. “After being with her for so long, it’s already good enough that she doesn’t waste money. Rich? Please. If it wasn’t for her pregnancy, I wouldn’t even be here.”

Both men seemed utterly dismissive, like stray dogs barking without reason.

Kevin’s tone turned cold. “If you don’t believe it, that’s your choice.”

He completely disagreed with their remarks.

How much money could a wife possibly spend? And where was all this skepticism when they were chasing after their own partners? If they didn’t believe in marriage, why did they bother getting married at all?

Noticing Kevin’s frosty expression and refusal to agree, the two became even more convinced he wasn’t wealthy.

“Look at you. You must still be in the honeymoon phase. Just wait. After a year of marriage, when you start dealing with the daily grind—food, rent, bills—you’ll realize the value of marrying someone who’s a good wife and mother!”

“Exactly,” the other man agreed. “It’s hard enough finding someone who can handle life without constantly spending money. My monthly paycheck barely lasts because of her!”

Kevin retorted, “Then maybe it’s time to consider improving your earning capacity.”

This clearly struck a nerve. One of them, irritated, shot back, “How much do you even make in a month? I bring home $8,000. I used to live comfortably on my own, but ever since I got married, it’s been a struggle!”

Kevin’s gaze hardened. “$8,000? And your wife spends five dollars on a snack every day? Even if she eats every day for a month, that’s still just a fraction of your income.”

“That’s still money!” one of them snapped. “And it’s not like she eats every day.”

Kevin wrinkled his nose. “I can smell the smoke on you. You clearly smoke a pack of cigarettes every day. At $20 a pack, you’re spending far more than her snacks. Who’s really wasting money here?”

Their faces darkened. They couldn’t refute him but tried to shift the argument back. “Even if we spend, at least we’re spending what we earned. Do you seriously think loving your wife will make you rich? Providing for them, saving where you can—that’s how you take care of a family.”

Kevin remained unfazed. “Instead of nitpicking your wife’s spending, focus on earning more.”

“How much do you earn, then?” one of them challenged. “You’re acting high and mighty. Let’s hear it—how much more do you make than us? Have you made a fortune?”

Kevin responded calmly but coldly, “I haven’t calculated it recently.”

The men burst into laughter. “If you make less than $3,000 a month, you don’t even have the right to brag!”

“I don’t know how much I have right now,” Kevin said seriously. “I haven’t checked this month’s financial statement yet.”

Their laughter grew louder. “A financial statement? Oh, come on! Do you think you’re some big-shot CEO? Look at you, standing here in line to buy cakes. No rich man has time for this nonsense!”

Kevin remained composed. “My wife likes these cakes.”

“We don’t believe you!”

“Neither do I! Who are you trying to fool?”

Their mocking tones betrayed their annoyance.

“If you don’t believe me, that’s fine,” Kevin said with disdain. “But if you’re not buying anything, get out of my way.”

The men’s pride took a hit, and they became angrier. One of them moved as if to confront Kevin physically, but before his hand could reach him, Levi—who had been standing nearby—intervened. With swift precision, Levi twisted the man’s arm, eliciting a cry of pain.

“Ahhh! It hurts, it hurts!”

Levi, a skilled practitioner, wasn’t about to let anyone lay a hand on Kevin.

“Captain Edwards, are you okay?” Levi asked.

“I’m fine.”

The men noticed Levi’s camouflage uniform and his respectful demeanor toward Kevin. It dawned on them that Kevin wasn’t just anyone. They’d clearly underestimated him.

Realizing their mistake, the men quickly apologized. “We’re so sorry, big brother! We were wrong. We shouldn’t have spoken so carelessly!”

“You’re right—loving your wife really does bring blessings!”

“Please don’t hold it against us. We had no idea who we were talking to!”

Kevin’s temper had mellowed over the years, and he decided not to make a big deal out of it. He signaled Levi to release them, and they left, rubbing their sore arms.

Even after Kevin walked away to buy the cakes, the men couldn’t help whispering. “I still don’t believe a rich guy would come here to buy cakes.”

“If I had that kind of money, I’d never waste it on a woman.”

“Exactly. With enough money, you could have countless women. Why bother trying to please one?”

A young woman nearby overheard them and couldn’t resist cutting in. “And that’s exactly why you’ll never be successful in life.”

The men fell silent, embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Kevin returned with the cakes, handing them to Norah.

“What took so long?” Norah asked, noticing the tension earlier. “It looked like you were about to fight someone.”

“They said some foolish things, so I gave them a little lesson. It’s nothing,” Kevin replied softly.

Norah took a bite of the cake. “Mmm, this is delicious. No wonder there’s such a long line.”

Kevin wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her through the lively square.

The atmosphere was festive, with colorful balloons, flocks of pigeons, and vibrant flower displays. The most eye-catching sight was a sea of roses in every shade imaginable—freshly picked and beautifully arranged.

“Is it Valentine’s Day or something? Why are there so many roses?” Norah asked, her eyes lingering on the display.

Kevin followed her gaze. “Do you want some?”

Norah shook her head. “No, I just think it’s nice. Everything feels so cheerful.”

“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy too,” Kevin said with a gentle smile.

Norah turned to him, amused. “You’re acting strange today. Why are you saying all these sweet things?”

“Is it strange to want to make my wife happy?” Kevin asked, lowering his voice. “I just want to give you the best of everything.”

Norah’s lips curled into a smile. “Well, I’m already very happy.”

“There’s even more happiness ahead,” Kevin replied.

Just then, a little girl ran up to them, holding a bouquet of roses. She handed them to Norah with a shy smile.