Ch. 543: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 543

Chapter 543

Freyja and Baimo took down their attackers in just a few swift moves, sending them plunging into the water. Even with the chaos, they still had time to call the police.

With so many people gathered around, Freyja took advantage of the moment and raised her voice. "I just sent this man to the police station not long ago, yet no one came out for over an hour. And now, all these people have shown up to target us. What is this? The local underworld?"

Her words instantly drew the attention of the crowd.

This situation needed an explanation—immediately.

"We disciplined him, had him write a confession letter and a guarantee, yet somehow, he managed to round up a gang to cause trouble. Rest assured, we will root out every last one of these criminal forces and give the public a proper explanation!"

Determined to put an end to this for good, Baimo sought out the person in charge and revealed his true identity.

Freyja felt a little guilty. "I only stepped in because I felt sorry for that little girl. I didn’t expect it to cause so much trouble. I hear you, and next time—"

"You don’t need to explain. If you hadn’t stepped in, I probably would have." Baimo understood her completely.

They were the same type of people—standing by and doing nothing was never an option.

"Still, I’ll think twice next time," Freyja promised.

Baimo flicked her forehead lightly. "Alright, enough of that. If you’re done with shopping, let’s head back to Norah."

"Shopping? Of course, I’m not done!" Freyja grinned, eyes sparkling.

There was no way she’d pass up such a golden opportunity.

When she spotted some artistic photos, an idea popped into her head.

Baimo caught on immediately. "Aren’t you getting a little greedy?"

Freyja hesitated, feeling a bit guilty. "I just happened to see them! Besides, you already bought all the rings—this is nothing in comparison."

As she spoke, she clung to Baimo’s arm, coaxing him.

He hadn’t encountered this kind of situation since Norah was a child, acting spoiled in front of him. But Freyja was younger, and her charm was hard to resist.

"So, following this logic, next time you’ll tell me, ‘Since we’ve come this far, we might as well be together forever. Maybe we should even have a child?’"

Baimo’s brows furrowed slightly. He didn’t look too pleased, but his dark eyes weren’t harsh either.

Freyja looked down, silent.

She hadn’t said it aloud, but the thought had definitely crossed her mind. If Baimo agreed, that would be ideal.

"You’ve been acting strange all day," Baimo remarked, tapping her forehead with his finger, a helpless smile tugging at his lips.

Freyja blushed but decided to go all in. "People need goals in life. You’ve been with me for so long, and I’m not bad, right? Maybe you should consider me."

Her hopeful eyes locked onto his.

Freyja truly wanted to be with Baimo. Over time, she had grown attached to him, and his steady presence reassured her.

"You’re really not afraid of being alone?" Baimo asked, searching her face.

She shook her head. "I’m really not. I’ve already made up my mind. I want to be with you."

She waited anxiously for his response.

But Baimo still didn’t agree. "This is too big of a decision. You might regret it later."

"Regret? We’ve known each other for ages. I understand your responsibilities, Baimo. I accept everything about you, unconditionally. If I’m lying, may I—"

Before she could finish making a reckless vow, Baimo caught her hand and stopped her. "Don’t say things like that. I believe you. I know your heart is with me, and you’re a good person. But I’m not an ordinary man—I was born with a duty to the Yi people."

"That doesn’t mean you have to dedicate your entire life to them. Even Pharaoh got married and had children. You don’t have to be alone forever. Really, I can—"

Freyja threw her arms around him. The street was still bustling with people, but in that moment, for her, there was only Baimo.

He was all she needed.

Baimo sighed. "Alright, you’ve given me something to think about."

Freyja beamed. "Okay."

Baimo was torn. Emotionally, he was touched by her sincerity, but he feared she would get hurt. When it came to matters of family and duty, he never hesitated—but with her, it was different.

Freyja smiled brightly. "No matter what decision you make, I’ll be right there with you. I’ll never leave your side."

She would follow him, support him, and if one day he was gone, she would follow him then too. Her life’s purpose was simple—she just wanted to be with Baimo. Nothing else mattered.

Three hours later, news of the earlier incident had already spread.

When Norah saw them, she couldn’t help but tease. "Brother and sister-in-law, you fought together today like real warriors! Pretty badass!"

Freyja turned red. "Back in the day, the Yi tribe didn’t even know martial arts. That wouldn’t have worked well for us. And… your brother and I aren’t married, so don’t call me that."

She liked the title, but since Baimo hadn’t agreed to it, she wasn’t sure how to respond.

Norah scoffed. "You and my brother have come this far. If you’re not my sister-in-law, then who is?"

Freyja blushed deeper, unsure of how to reply.

Baimo changed the subject. "Enough joking. What’s for dinner? Or do you have another place in mind to visit?"

"Not sure yet," Norah admitted. "But we booked a photoshoot here and will be staying a few days. Want to take some pictures to remember the trip?"

Baimo glanced at Freyja, recalling her earlier interest. "Alright, let’s take some pictures too."

Norah smirked. They had already reached this point, yet Baimo was still holding back. She was just waiting to see when he would finally make it official. When that day came, she’d be first in line to toast at their wedding!

But just as they finalized their plans, an accident happened.

During the makeup session, the artist accidentally got eyeshadow in Norah’s eye. She had a sudden allergic reaction and had to be rushed to the hospital.

Kevin stayed by her side the entire time. But when they investigated further, they discovered something shocking—

It wasn’t an accident.

Someone had done this on purpose.