Ch. 531: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 531

Chapter 531

"That's the truth. I probably never even thought about it." Baimo's thin lips curled slightly. "Freyja is waiting for me to bring her food, so I'll leave now."

When it came to feelings, Baimo didn't want to dwell on the topic any longer.

He had no such thoughts, and talking too much about it only drained him.

"See? You just said Freyja was waiting to eat, yet you claim you don’t care. Brother, they always say women are contradictory, but I think men are just the same." Norah couldn't help but tease.

"How’s Cooper doing? You don’t seem too concerned about him, yet you have time to worry about me?" Baimo feigned seriousness.

Norah chuckled. "Cooper’s fine, but I can care about him and still mess with you. No harm in that."

"Worry about your Cooper."

With that, Baimo walked away, carrying the bowl of porridge.

Norah watched him leave, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

He's so stubborn. It’s obvious he cares about Freyja.

Yet, Baimo refuses to admit it.

...

Baimo arrived at Freyja’s side with the porridge.

Freyja glanced at the bowl in his hands. Even though it was just plain porridge, it warmed her heart.

"Did you make this for me?" she asked, looking up at Baimo, her eyes shining like starlight.

"Yeah. I can only manage simple porridge. I’m not great at cooking anything else."

Baimo set up the small table and placed the bowl in front of her. Then, carefully, he helped her sit up.

It was just plain porridge, but to Freyja, it tasted sweeter than anything she had ever eaten.

Because... Baimo had made it for her himself. This was his way of showing he cared.

Freyja pursed her lips, speaking softly. "You may not be able to cook much, but I can. In the future, I’ll cook for you. You take care of things outside, and I’ll handle everything inside."

She was already imagining their future together.

But Baimo knew better—Freyja was making it all seem too simple.

His voice was low, almost cautious. "Don’t forget, I only promised you one month. Don’t get carried away—I don’t see you that way."

One month. That was all he had agreed to. Thinking too far ahead was pointless.

But Freyja didn’t see it that way.

Her voice was full of longing. "You don’t know how hard I fought to be here with you. You promised me—so, to me, this means forever."

That was all there was to it. Simple and sincere.

Baimo saw the hope and joy in her eyes and couldn't bring himself to crush it.

But reality was harsh.

What could truly change in just one month?

He gestured toward the bowl on the table. "Eat first. Stop thinking about anything else."

"Okay."

Freyja listened to him. She wanted to recover quickly—because she wanted to make the most of this month.

She wouldn’t ask him to extend their time together.

But in this month, she would make memories worth holding onto for a lifetime.

She ate slowly, the porridge still hot. When she finally finished, she turned to Baimo. "I want to see Pharaoh."

Baimo's expression darkened instantly, his brows knitting together.

"Don’t worry. I just want to talk about my recovery—nothing else."

Baimo had given her a one-month trial period, but she wasn’t going to take advantage of it unfairly.

Her expression was serious. She wasn’t lying.

After a moment, Baimo relented and called for Pharaoh.

He still gave her space. He didn’t pry.

Pharaoh arrived, waiting for Freyja to speak.

She pursed her lips before asking in a quiet voice, "I want to heal faster. I don’t want to stay in bed anymore. Is there any special medicine I can take?"

A broken body takes a hundred days to heal, but if she stayed in bed that long, she’d waste precious time.

Time she had fought so hard to win. She had to make it count.

"There’s no shortcut," Pharaoh said, hands clasped behind his back. "The bullet went through your chest. Your body is already fragile. You need rest. It’s not like you have urgent business."

Freyja lowered her head. No urgent business?

Baimo was her mission. She desperately wanted to get close to him. How could she let this chance slip away?

She wouldn’t.

But she understood that bringing up Baimo now would only make things worse. So, she didn’t mention him to Pharaoh again.

"I have something very important to do."

Even if it cost her life, she would do it without regret.

Pharaoh saw through her immediately. "Your so-called ‘important thing’—is it winning over Baimo?"

Freyja had been gravely injured. Baimo had stayed by her side. Now she was asking for medicine, and Baimo was the only reason.

Since he had figured it out, she had no reason to hide it anymore.

She nodded.

"If you can win him over, I’ll help you," Pharaoh said calmly. "Even Julie will assist you."

Freyja’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Was this real?

She pinched her palm, feeling the sting.

It wasn’t a dream.

She finally had a chance with Baimo. And if they were helping her, wouldn’t that make everything even easier?

"It’s true," Pharaoh said before she could speak. "After all, we can all see how you feel about Baimo."

Tears welled up in Freyja’s eyes. "Pharaoh, if you and Miss Julie are really willing to help me, I couldn’t ask for more! I truly love Baimo, and I would give my life for him without expecting anything in return..."

"Hmm."

Pharaoh had chosen to help her because of this sincerity.

"There’s no special medicine. And now that I’ve given you my answer, can you rest properly?"

"Okay." Freyja nodded. This was the happiest day she had experienced in years.

...

Three days later.

Cooper had fully recovered from his cold, and Norah and Kevin had finalized their travel plans.

Their flight was at 9 p.m.

Pharaoh wanted Norah to stay, so he approached her with Baimo.

"Your brother and Freyja—there’s finally some progress. Your brother trusts you, and I want you to help."

Norah did want to help, but everyone had their own responsibilities. She had already told Baimo how great Freyja was. Baimo was clearly drawn to her—sooner or later, he would realize his own feelings.

"Everything’s already set on our end," she said. "And Freyja’s injuries haven’t fully healed yet. Dad, Cooper is getting older—it’s time for him to go back to school. Besides… we have a plan."

A slow, knowing smile spread across Norah’s lips.