Ch. 540: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 540

Chapter 540

When Norah said that, Freyja felt a bit embarrassed.

Baimo, his voice low and hoarse, said, "Looks like it's about time for dinner. Why don't we all eat together?"

"We booked a homestay. Come with me," Norah said, leading the way.

Soon, they arrived at the homestay.

Kevin signaled for the waiter, who brought over the menu. Norah ordered first, choosing a variety of dishes so Freyja and Baimo could try different flavors. Though there were more than a dozen dishes, each portion was small.

As Freyja peeled a shrimp, Baimo, ever the gentleman, took it from her hands and peeled it for her. Seeing this, Kevin immediately followed suit, tending to his wife.

Norah poured Freyja a drink. "There are plenty of attractions here. If we run into each other again, do you want to join us?"

"Of course," Freyja replied with a small smile.

The tension between Freyja and Baimo lingered. Baimo was naturally quiet, and Freyja, worried about upsetting him, hesitated to speak too much. She had fought hard for this one-month trial period, but the distance between them still felt vast.

"I'll go to the front desk and book a room for you," Norah offered. "This homestay has great food and a fantastic environment."

Baimo had no objections, and Freyja, smiling, said, "I’d appreciate that."

Norah booked them a room with a 1.5-meter bed.

When she handed them the room key, neither Freyja nor Baimo realized the size of the bed. But Kevin, noticing Norah's expression, immediately sensed something was up.

Once Freyja and Baimo went to settle in, Kevin pulled Norah aside. "You! What am I going to do with you?"

Norah grinned mischievously.

Kevin had always thought of her as quiet and reserved, but now he realized—she had been hiding this side of her all along.

"I’m just helping them out," she said, raising an eyebrow. "It’s a good thing, not a bad one."

For Baimo, a 1.5-meter bed was small. Back in the Yi tribe, even in the north where accommodations were sparse, he had never slept in such a tiny bed. And now, sharing it with Freyja?

Determined to change the arrangement, he went to the front desk, only to be met with an apologetic response. "I'm sorry, sir, but the room the young lady booked for you was our last one. It’s peak tourist season, and even if you check out, you won’t find another place."

That explanation left Baimo with no way out. He sighed and turned back to the room.

"You take the bed. I'll sleep on the floor," he said, resigned.

But Freyja, deeply in love with him, couldn't bear to let him do that.

"Baimo, I’ll take the floor instead. Otherwise—"

"Didn’t you hear? It’s peak season. If you go out now, you might not find another room. And you’re not going out alone at this hour," Baimo interrupted firmly.

Freyja lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper. In front of Baimo, she never dared to be loud. She always showed him her gentlest, best side. But Baimo preferred authenticity, and he saw through her restraint. He just didn’t call her out on it.

"Go take a shower and change your clothes," he said in a low voice.

"Okay," she answered obediently.

But just as she lathered up in the shower, the water suddenly stopped.

Standing in the bathroom, covered in soap, Freyja felt helpless. "Baimo, can you call the front desk? Why is there no water?"

Baimo was just as surprised but quickly made the call.

"Apologies, sir," the front desk said. "We have a backup water source. Give us two minutes, and we’ll have it running."

"Make it quick," Baimo responded.

After hanging up, he called toward the bathroom. "They said the backup water source will be on in a couple of minutes. Just wait."

"Okay," Freyja answered.

Soon, the water returned, and a few minutes later, Freyja stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still damp.

Baimo looked at her. "You’re not going to dry your hair?"

"I will," she said softly.

She liked these simple exchanges with him. They weren’t filled with sweet words, but for her, just having him by her side was happiness enough.

...

Meanwhile, at Norah’s place, Kevin had ordered takeout—milk tea, fried chicken, and barbecue.

Seeing the spread, Norah sighed. "I just finished eating, and you ordered all this? Are you trying to fatten me up, Kevin?"

Kevin smirked. "You love these. Eat while watching TV. You don’t have to finish everything."

Norah knew she couldn’t eat much more, but then she thought of Cooper and decided to video call him.

Cooper, who was with Pharaoh, immediately lit up. The bond between them had grown strong thanks to Pharaoh’s care.

"Mom... Daddy..." Cooper greeted them through the screen.

Norah smiled warmly. "Cooper, did you have dinner with Grandpa?"

This simple greeting pleased Pharaoh immensely.

Grandpa. What a sweet title.