Ch. 315: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 315

Chapter 315

When Norah came out of the restroom, she found the shop owner trembling at the door. His face was pale, and cold sweat glistened on his forehead, as though he’d seen a ghost.

The moment he spotted her, his expression shifted into one of panic. He clasped his hands together nervously. "Oh, thank goodness you’re out! My dear girl, take your ring and go. I don’t want it anymore!"

He shoved the ring back into her hands.

"Wait, what? Didn’t you just agree to buy it for $50,000?" Norah asked, confused.

"Forget it! I don’t want it!" The man’s voice was firm, almost frantic. "Please, just take it and leave. Sell it somewhere else if you must!"

Before she could respond, he practically pushed her out the door, slamming it shut behind her. The once-bustling shop was now eerily silent.

Norah stared at the door, bewildered. What just happened? She glanced down at her phone, noticing that the $50,000 he’d transferred was still in her account. "He didn’t even ask for the money back..." she muttered under her breath.

Something was off.

Norah wasn’t the type to take advantage of others, so she tried to return the money. But the shop owner wouldn’t answer her calls. She decided to try selling the ring elsewhere.

However, every jewelry store she visited turned her away, their reactions almost identical. The moment they saw the ring, they treated her like she was carrying something cursed.

"Sorry, miss, we can’t buy this," one store owner said, his tone uneasy.

By the third rejection, Norah realized this wasn’t a coincidence.

She gave up. If no one wanted the ring, she’d just keep it. After all, she wasn’t desperate for the money.

Riding her bicycle, she decided to stop at the supermarket. The place was bustling with people. Norah grabbed a cart and began picking out her favorite yogurt, fresh fruits, vegetables, and a few snacks. By the time she was done, her cart was overflowing.

At the checkout counter, she bagged her items and hoisted the large bag onto her shoulder. Despite being pregnant, she carried the weight with ease. Independence was second nature to her.

As she exited the store, a young man approached her. "Need help with that? It looks heavy. Where’s your car? I can help you load it."

"No, thank you," Norah replied politely but firmly. "I came by bike, and it’s parked right outside."

The man frowned. "A bike? With all that stuff? That doesn’t sound safe. How about I give you a ride? I’ve got a pickup truck. I can load your bike too."

Norah eyed him suspiciously. Something about his eagerness felt off.

"Who sent you?" she asked bluntly.

The man stiffened, his expression faltering. "What? No one sent me. I was just trying to help..."

Norah’s gaze sharpened. "Don’t lie to me. Someone’s been clearing obstacles from my path all day, keeping an eye on me everywhere I go. You’re part of it, aren’t you?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," he stammered, avoiding her eyes.

Norah’s tone turned icy. "If you don’t tell me who sent you, I’ll call the police."

The man hesitated, then touched the earpiece hidden in his ear. After a moment, he muttered something under his breath and walked away.

Even after he left, Norah could feel eyes on her. Someone was still following her.

Fed up, she stopped her bike, pretending to lose her balance. "Ah!" she cried out as the bicycle tilted dangerously.

Before she could fall, a steady hand caught her arm, keeping her upright.

When she turned to look, her breath caught in her throat. Kevin stood there, his face calm yet unreadable, the glow of the setting sun casting a melancholic shadow over his features.

"Kevin!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with shock and anger.

Kevin withdrew his hand and took a step back. "What about me?"

Her expression hardened. "You’ve been following me, haven’t you? All day, people have been interfering in my life, and now here you are. This isn’t a coincidence."

"I’m just passing through," Kevin replied, his deep voice devoid of emotion. "I saw someone struggling to keep their balance, so I helped. I didn’t know it was you."

Norah didn’t believe a word he said. She glared at him, but arguing with Kevin felt like talking to a brick wall.

"I don’t need your help," she said coldly, mounting her bike again. "Thanks for your kindness, but I’m going home. Goodbye, Kevin. I hope we never cross paths again."

With that, she pedaled away without looking back.

But Kevin didn’t leave. He watched her retreating figure, his brows furrowing. Something about letting her go didn’t sit right with him.

"Follow her," he instructed quietly.

From the bike’s rearview mirror, Norah caught sight of his car creeping along behind her. Her grip on the handlebars tightened.

She stopped abruptly and turned to face him.

Kevin rolled down the window, his expression calm yet firm.

"What are you doing, Kevin?" she demanded, her frustration boiling over. "Why are you following me? Didn’t you say you weren’t going my way? Or is this some sick joke to humiliate me further? We’re divorced. My house is mine. I’ve done everything you asked. What more do you want from me?"

Kevin’s face remained impassive. "This road doesn’t belong to you, Norah. I’m free to drive wherever I want."

"You’re not driving. You’re tailing me," she snapped. "Admit it."

Kevin met her gaze, his eyes unreadable. "And if I am?"