Ch. 548: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 548

Chapter 548

Freyja was in disbelief. "You don’t blame me for what I did?"

Had Baimo really changed, or had he been moved by her? Did she finally have a place in his heart, allowing her love to take root and grow?

"Yes."

Baimo’s answer came without hesitation.

Freyja still couldn’t believe it. "You... why? Are you really willing to marry me?"

Baimo took her hand firmly. "You’ve been by my side all this time. I’ve seen how you treat me. You’re a great partner, and now that everyone knows about us, it would be unfair to you if I didn’t marry you."

Especially when he thought about how she had tried to bear everything alone—it was too cruel for her.

Tears welled in Freyja’s eyes. "I never expected you to agree. But if you don’t truly want this, you don’t have to feel obligated because of me."

"This is my choice," Baimo said firmly.

Freyja’s voice grew hoarse with emotion. Even if it ended in heartbreak, she was willing to go through with it.

"Don’t say things like that," Baimo murmured, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair gently. "I know your feelings for me. I know you’d give everything for me. But you’re too kind—I don’t want you to suffer because of me."

He held her closer. "What kind of wedding do you want?"

Freyja’s heart pounded. "I want... an unforgettable one."

More than the wedding itself, what truly mattered was that Baimo was by her side, that he had finally accepted her, and that he was willing to be with her.

"Alright." Baimo nodded, his words carrying weight.

He made all the necessary arrangements himself—even letting Freyja handle some of the preparations. She was content, filled with anticipation. But when she went to try on her wedding dress, an unexpected obstacle appeared.

A woman stood in front of her, her expression icy.

Her dark eyes burned with hostility, as if she wanted nothing more than to tear Freyja apart.

Freyja frowned. "I don’t even know you. What’s your problem?"

She had spent all her time working for the Yi tribe, either at Baimo’s side or dealing with external affairs. If she had offended anyone, it would have been outsiders. But this woman was clearly from the Yi tribe.

The woman sneered. "You really don’t know? Do I need to spell it out for you? If it weren’t for your relentless pursuit, Baimo would never have agreed to marry you!"

Baimo had once been a teacher in the northern Yi tribe and had continued teaching children even after returning. His students' parents often addressed him formally, but this woman was clearly too young to be one of them.

A sister? An aunt? A distant relative?

Realization dawned on Freyja, and she chuckled. "Even if I chased him to the ends of the earth, I still won. If you think Baimo doesn’t belong with me and you’re unhappy about it, you’re free to pursue him yourself."

Even after marriage, Baimo was his own person. No one could dictate his choices but him.

The woman’s face twisted in disbelief. "Are you encouraging me to be a homewrecker?"

Freyja laughed. "Baimo and I aren’t married yet. Besides, even if we were, if you have the ability to make him leave me, then that’s on him, not you."

She had fought for Baimo for so long—shouldn’t she be more protective? But she remained calm, unbothered.

The woman was shocked by her indifference. "If I do win, are you saying you won’t fall apart?"

Freyja’s smile didn’t waver. "Why would I? If you can win his heart, that’s your skill. In that case, I’d offer you my congratulations."

One of the main reasons she had pursued Baimo so persistently was because there had been no other woman around him. If there had been, she would have stepped aside—just as she was willing to do now.

The woman’s expression darkened. "You’re just trying to confuse me. You think I don’t have what it takes? Don’t worry—I’ll prove my strength to you!"

Freyja understood immediately. "So today is your declaration of war."

She wasn’t afraid.

The woman wasted no time, heading straight for Baimo.

Baimo barely spared her a glance before speaking coldly. "What do you want?"

"Teacher Baimo, have you forgotten me? I’m Arlene. Five years ago—" Arlene’s voice trembled with eagerness.

At the mention of five years ago, Baimo finally remembered. Arlene, from the northern Yi tribe—the girl who had once clashed with Norah. Her younger brother, Ahshan.

"What do you need?"

Even though he remembered, his voice remained distant, his expression unreadable.

Arlene knew Baimo was busy with his responsibilities to the Yi tribe. He had little time for anything else.

She wasn’t upset by his coldness, but what she truly cared about was his upcoming wedding.

Baimo had announced it to the entire Yi tribe. But she knew the truth—he didn’t love Freyja. If he had, Freyja wouldn’t have had to fight so hard for so long. Baimo had simply been moved by her persistence.

Arlene took a deep breath, summoning her courage. "I’m here to stop you. You don’t love Freyja. You’re marrying her out of gratitude and pity—that’s not love. If you go through with this, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life."

Baimo hadn’t expected Arlene to come to him for this reason.

He let out a slow, amused smile. "We haven’t seen each other in years, and we were never particularly close. What makes you so sure my feelings aren’t love?"

Arlene acted like she knew him well.

But the truth was, at first, he had agreed to be with Freyja because he didn’t want to owe her a favor. He had given it a month. Over time, however, he had been moved by her sincerity.

Freyja had wanted to win him over—not force him into anything.

It seemed Arlene had been watching him from afar all along.

Because of his responsibilities, Baimo had never let women get too close. Yet, somehow, two women had remained by his side, quietly waiting and giving everything for him.

But he didn’t want Freyja to keep waiting. And he didn’t want Arlene to waste her time either.

Baimo smiled faintly. "Arlene, you’re a good person. When you had that conflict with Norah, I already knew how you felt. Back then, I avoided being close to any woman because I was afraid."

Arlene opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.