Ch. 530: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 530

Chapter 530

Baimo’s gaze flicked to Freyja without even thinking. Her eyes burned with resolve—she wasn’t some mastermind capable of orchestrating a scheme this big. Besides, he’d already had the clown dig into it. This mess? Just a local thug stirring up trouble.

He pressed his lips together and muttered, “I trust you, Freyja. But I’m not into you like that.”

“Still dodging me with those words?” Freyja shot back, her voice steady, no hint of a joke. “You just asked what I wanted, and I told you.”

A month. That’s all she was asking for—not exactly a lifetime.

Baimo hadn’t even responded when she let out a small laugh and beat him to it. “Young Master Baimo, I’d throw my life on the line for you. And you’re balking at this?”

“Don’t try guilt-tripping me,” he said, voice firm. “It’s not happening.”

Be her boyfriend for a month? Word would spread like wildfire through the Yi tribe. Then what? Everyone would have an opinion—about him, about her. Better to shut it down before it even started.

Freyja’s chest tightened, like an invisible fist was squeezing her heart. “Baimo, are you really this cold?” she whispered. She’d nearly died for him, laid it all out, and he still wouldn’t budge.

“A month from now, when it’s over, what will people think of you?” he countered. “What about me?”

Her throat closed up, tears welling in her eyes. So that’s how he saw it.

She swallowed hard and made up her mind. “If that’s what you’re worried about, I’ll handle it. A month from now, I’ll stage it—make it look like I cheated. How’s that?”

She lifted her gaze to meet his, hope flickering in her eyes, tougher now than before.

Baimo stared, floored. “Freyja, have you lost it?”

Stage a cheating scandal? She’d be the Yi tribe’s punching bag—mocked, attacked, her life basically over.

“For you, I’d lose it all,” she said with a shaky laugh. “Baimo, it’s a simple ask. I’ll handle everything. What’s holding you back? Or was I right all along?”

Her eyes locked onto his, unrelenting.

His face hardened, cold as ice. “Nice try with the manipulation.”

“It’s not manipulation—it’s the truth,” she snapped. “You’ve got no one else, no deep grudge or impossible gap between us. I’ll fix every worry you’ve got. And you still push me away.”

Her stare went blank, tinged with grief.

Baimo let out a heavy sigh. “It’s not about you being bad. It’s me. My dad—he never remarried all those years because he’s haunted by regrets.”

Pharaoh’s only woman had been his mom. Back then, Baimo remembered others showing up briefly, but eventually his dad buried himself in the lab, shutting out the world—leaving an opening for Calvin to swoop in.

Freyja’s heart ached as it clicked. Baimo wasn’t rejecting her out of spite—it was duty, fear of repeating his dad’s mistakes.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she grabbed his hand. “Then don’t love me. Let me stay by your side—like a maid. I’ll do anything for you, be everything you need.”

A servant with no feelings. That’s how much she loved him—enough to erase herself.

But for Baimo, that was exactly why he’d kept his emotions locked down. If he let them out, he’d dive in headfirst—fully responsible, no half-measures. Playing games? Not his style.

“Freyja, you’ve got to live for yourself,” he said. “Your life’s yours—not mine to take. Even without me, there’s good out there for you. Other people worth finding.”

Her throat clogged, eyes stinging. He was still trying to talk her out of it, like some big brother giving advice.

“I’m not that pathetic!” she burst out. “I’ve laid it all out, and you still won’t budge. I don’t need you to own me—just give me a month. No strings, no worries. Or would you rather watch me die right here?”

She broke, her voice raw and frantic.

Baimo couldn’t let her die. Not after she’d taken a bullet for him. That moment had shown him how far she’d go.

“Don’t die,” he said quietly. “If a month is all you want, fine. I’ll give you that.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up, disbelief washing over her. She gripped his hand like it was her lifeline. To her, his yes meant hope—a crack in the wall, a chance to win him over.

“Yeah,” he said, patting her hand. “But rest up first.”

She nodded, all soft and obedient. “Okay.”

She let go, practically glowing—like a kid who’d just scored their favorite candy.

Baimo knew her injuries weren’t light. He threw himself into looking after her, even heading to the kitchen to cook something up.

That’s where Norah found him, eyeing the bowl of porridge in his hands with a grin. “So, you and Freyja are a thing now? She’s a keeper, big brother. Don’t mess this up.”

Freyja had everyone’s stamp of approval—Pharaoh, Norah, the works. But between him and Norah, someone had to step up. She was headed back to Craggaville’s capital with Kevin, leaving the Yi tribe on his shoulders.

“I know she’s great,” Baimo said. “She saved my life, so I’m taking care of her. That’s it—no big feelings here.”

Norah blinked, stunned. “No feelings? For a girl that good? What, you into someone else?”

If anyone else had said it, he’d have snapped. But with Norah, he just shifted awkwardly. “If I don’t like women, what, I’m supposed to like guys?”

Did he really have to fall for someone in this life?

Norah smirked, reading him like a book—she’d learned to spot the cracks in people’s masks over the years. “In this world, it’s one or the other, right?”