Ch. 311: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 311

Chapter 311

For Bianca, this was the only path forward.

Norah didn’t know how she managed to endure the night—it was unbearably long and tormenting.

She spent the entire night wide awake on the couch.

By the time she came to her senses, the first light of dawn was already creeping into the eastern sky.

She was utterly drained.

Dragging her exhausted body to the bathroom, Norah splashed cold water on her face. But when she looked in the mirror, she froze.

For a moment, she thought she was staring at a ghost.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her face pale and gaunt—she looked like someone terminally ill.

She reached up and touched her face, barely recognizing herself.

Was heartbreak supposed to leave someone so utterly shattered?

Would her life really fall apart just because Kevin was no longer in it?

The answer was a resolute no.

Hadn’t she already considered walking away from him, thought about divorce long before he even brought it up?

She still had a life to live—a life she had to make even more vibrant and fulfilling than before.

Steeling herself, Norah decided that last night’s sorrow was enough. From this moment on, she would focus on living a life full of beauty and purpose.

She scrubbed her face vigorously, as if trying to cleanse herself of despair, forcing herself to wake up and move on.

But when she straightened up too quickly, the room spun, her vision darkened, and she collapsed to the floor.

She tried to stay conscious, but everything faded.

When Norah woke up, she felt as though she’d been drained of every ounce of energy—both physically and emotionally.

She was stunned that Kevin’s actions had taken such a toll on her.

Looking around the room, she was startled to see Jace sitting beside her, his expression filled with concern.

“Jace? What are you doing here?” she croaked, her voice hoarse.

Jace had never been to her home before. How could he suddenly show up like this?

“I came to check on you,” Jace said gently. “You’ve been out for hours. Are you feeling okay now?”

His voice carried genuine concern, which only deepened Norah’s confusion.

She tried to sit up, but her body resisted.

Jace immediately helped her, propping a pillow behind her back.

“You haven’t answered me,” Norah said, her voice still weak.

Jace handed her a glass of warm water and said, “I know where you live. I hadn’t heard from you in a while and got worried, so I came over. When I found you unconscious, I had to help. Luckily, it wasn’t serious.”

“You know that much about me?” Norah asked, her eyebrows knitting together.

The timing of Jace’s appearance seemed almost too perfect.

“How is it that a doctor like you just happened to come by at the right moment to save me?”

“Your health’s been fragile lately, hasn’t it?” Jace said, dodging her suspicion. “But don’t worry—you’re not dying or anything.”

Norah forced a small laugh, though it was tinged with bitterness. “So I’m not terminally ill? That’s a relief.”

Her attempt at humor didn’t fully mask her unease.

“Your body’s fine,” Jace assured her, though his expression gave away that there was more to the story.

Norah raised her eyebrows. “Healthy? Then why do I feel like something’s off? I’ve been so tired lately, like my energy is being drained away.”

“It’s because of the pregnancy,” Jace finally admitted. “The baby is taking a lot of nutrients from you, which explains your exhaustion. Don’t overthink it.”

Pregnancy?

The revelation hit her like a bolt of lightning, leaving her speechless.

She stared at Jace, searching his face for any hint of insincerity. But his gaze remained steady and reassuring.

Finally, Norah broke the silence. “Jace, why are you always there for me? Did we… have something in the past that I’ve forgotten? Did I fight for you once? Did you love me back then?”

Her questions hung in the air, her voice tinged with both curiosity and vulnerability.

Jace chuckled softly, his warm brown eyes locking onto hers. “You didn’t fight for me, but you did save me. You’ve done more for me than you’ll ever know.”

He didn’t elaborate, leaving Norah with more questions than answers.

Still, there was a strange comfort in his presence—like a lifeline she hadn’t realized she needed.

Norah leaned back against the pillows, studying him with fresh curiosity.

“Don’t you have any friends, Jace?” she asked suddenly.

Jace shook his head. “No.”

“No friends? Not even one?”

“I’ve never needed them,” he said simply.

“What about family?”

“I don’t know who my family is,” he admitted.

Norah’s heart ached for him. “That must be so lonely. No friends, no family—your life must feel so empty.”

Her words hit Jace harder than she intended.

For the first time in a long while, he felt the weight of his solitude.

“It’s not so bad,” he said, his voice calm but distant.

Norah wasn’t convinced. “Well, you have me now,” she said with a small smile. “If you ever need someone to talk to—whether you’re happy or sad—I’ll be here.”

Her kindness caught him off guard, but he nodded. “Thank you, Norah. That means a lot.”

She reached out tentatively, her gaze falling to his pale, elegant hands. “May I… may I shake your hand?”

Jace stiffened, instinctively pulling his hands away. “I… don’t want to dirty you.”

Norah frowned. “Dirty me? Jace, your hands are beautiful. Don’t say that about yourself.”

Before he could stop her, she reached out and clasped his hand in hers.

It was cold to the touch, trembling slightly in her grasp.

Norah smiled warmly. “See? There’s nothing dirty about them. You’ve saved lives with these hands. They’re incredible.”

For a moment, Jace stared at her, speechless.

And in that brief connection, something shifted between them—something neither of them fully understood yet.