Ch. 529: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 529

Chapter 529

Norah sat on the sofa, her thoughts consumed by Kevin. She stayed close, her mind racing as she waited for him to wake up.

When Kevin finally stirred, he was surprised to find himself waking up from a deep, restless sleep. His body felt heavy, his head throbbed, and every muscle ached as if he’d been through a battle. As he sat up, his eyes landed on Norah, sitting quietly on the sofa nearby.

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the orange table lamp on the bedside table. Norah wasn’t on her phone, nor had she turned on the main lights. Something about her stillness felt off to Kevin.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice rough from sleep.

Norah turned to him, her eyes meeting his in the warm, amber light. But despite the comforting hue, Kevin felt a strange tension in the air.

“When I came back, you were asleep,” Norah began, her voice steady but laced with something unspoken. “But I heard you shouting.”

Kevin’s expression shifted. Bianca’s name hung unspoken between them. He didn’t respond immediately, and for a moment, the room was silent, heavy with unspoken words.

Norah struggled to put her feelings into words. It had been five years since Bianca had caused so much pain, yet Kevin still carried her memory. The thought stung.

Before she could say more, Kevin moved. He crossed the room in a few strides and pulled her into a tight embrace. “The voice wasn’t Bianca’s,” he said firmly.

Norah’s eyes widened. “Then whose was it?”

She pushed him back slightly, needing to see his face. Kevin sat down beside her, his voice low and gravelly. “What I’ve never told you… is that the voice was yours.”

Norah froze. “What are you talking about?”

Kevin explained everything—how, when they first met, Norah had screamed. At the time, he hadn’t understood. But later, when he learned about Anthony and Bianca, the pieces fell into place. He’d never planned to bring it up, but now, it was out in the open.

Norah finally understood. Her past confusion had clouded her memories, but now it all made sense. She hugged him tightly. “I asked because I didn’t want to keep my doubts to myself. It was eating me up.”

Kevin kissed her forehead. “I know. Once Cooper is better, we’ll go back to Craggaville.”

“Okay,” Norah whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. She could feel his heartbeat, steady and reassuring, as warmth enveloped her.

The next day, Freyja woke up around noon. Baimo was still by her side, and for a moment, she felt a flicker of hope. She smiled, satisfied with her gamble.

But Baimo’s expression was cold. “I’ve never met anyone as reckless as you.”

“Well, now you have,” Freyja replied, her tone light. “I didn’t do this to manipulate you. I just wanted to prove myself.”

Baimo’s voice was flat. “I don’t have the patience for games. If you have conditions, state them plainly.”

Freyja took a deep breath. She hadn’t expected him to be so blunt. “I don’t want anything from you. I just… I just wanted you to see me differently.”

Baimo’s gaze was icy. “You’re not my type. And your recent actions have only annoyed me. I don’t waste time on people I dislike.”

Freyja’s heart sank, but she refused to give up. “Then tell me what you want. I’ll change. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Baimo almost laughed. “Change? You’d alter yourself for me? Would you even recognize yourself afterward?”

His words cut deep, but Freyja held her ground. “Why won’t you give me a chance? I’m not that bad, Baimo.”

“Enough,” he said sharply. “Rest. If you have a request, make it clear. Otherwise, don’t waste my time.”

Freyja’s desperation surged. “Fine. Then be my boyfriend for a month. Just one month. That’s all I’m asking.”

The request was absurd, but it was the only way she could think to keep him close. Her eyes pleaded with him, full of hope.

Before Baimo could respond, she added, “If I break my word, you can kill me. I won’t fight it.”

Baimo raised an eyebrow. “Kill you? That would only tarnish my name.”

“Then I’ll do it myself!” Freyja blurted out, her voice trembling. She even reached for something to cut herself, as if to prove her sincerity.

Baimo watched her, a flicker of something crossing his face. For a moment, he thought of Norah and Kevin—their unwavering loyalty to each other, their willingness to face anything together.

Freyja was the same. She’d risked her life for him without hesitation.

“You’d really die for me?” Baimo asked, his tone softer now.

Freyja nodded fiercely. “Yes. I’d do anything for you. Do you think I took that bullet by accident?”

Baimo studied her for a long moment, then sighed. “You’re relentless.”

But for the first time, there was a hint of something other than coldness in his voice.