Ch. 551: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 551

Chapter 551

As soon as Baimo spoke, he gave Freyja a long, meaningful look.

And in that moment, Freyja understood everything.

She smiled softly. “It’s okay. If it helps you, the wedding is just a formality.”

Baimo gently touched her head, then kissed the center of her forehead.

Freyja's heart stirred—like a still lake rippling with the lightest breeze.

With both of them in agreement, the wedding was set for the following week.

The Yi tribe quickly spread the news.

Family and friends were notified right away.

Pharaoh was surprised by how fast Baimo moved this time and couldn’t help but poke fun at him.

“So now you’re telling me you don’t like her? You were acting like you didn’t care. Look at you now—slapping your own face, huh?”

Baimo chuckled.

Yeah, it was a slap in the face. But it also proved that nothing in life is absolute—never say never.

Pharaoh said, “If you’re really thinking about marriage, then do it properly—with Norah.”

He had gotten used to calling her Norah now. The name Julie was long gone.

To Pharaoh, as long as she was his daughter, the name didn’t matter.

Besides, Bianca used the name Norah for a while too.

Norah’s memories had stayed frozen in the capital.

So if Norah was happy, that’s all that mattered.

“I know you don’t want to leave the capital, but you have to be at my wedding,” Baimo told him.

If even his own dad and sister didn’t show up, people would start to talk.

“Alright. I’ll tell Norah—we’ll head out tonight,” Pharaoh agreed.

There was no way he’d miss his son’s wedding.

He already felt like he’d let Norah down—he couldn’t do the same to Baimo.

When Norah came home, Pharaoh filled her in.

She was thrilled. “That’s wonderful—true love finally becoming family.”

She had seen Freyja’s unwavering support and love for Baimo.

And she truly admired Freyja—she would be the perfect partner by Baimo’s side.

“Isn’t Cooper supposed to be in kindergarten?” Pharaoh suddenly asked, thinking of the boy.

Lately, Cooper’s grandpa had been picking him up from school, and Pharaoh kept tabs on his daily progress.

Cooper talked more now and had made friends.

But if they went to the wedding, he’d have to miss kindergarten for a bit.

Norah smiled. “He’s just in kindergarten—they’re mostly just playing. Besides, his uncle’s getting married. Do you really think he’d want to be left behind?”

Baimo loved Cooper like his own, and Freyja had poured her heart into the boy too.

Now that they were getting married, Cooper had to be there. He’d even be the flower boy.

Back when there was civil unrest in Country S, Baimo and Freyja had gone to help together. She had feared for their safety the whole time.

Now that they were finally tying the knot, there was no way they wouldn’t be there.

Pharaoh smiled. “Exactly.”

So, they all headed off to the Yi tribe together.

At the airport, Norah ran into Steven.

It had been five years.

Steven still wore his signature black suit and carried himself with quiet confidence.

The moment he saw her, a warm smile crept onto his face.

“Norah, long time no see,” he said.

“Steven, how’ve you been all these years?” Norah asked.

After they returned to the capital, Steven had gone back to the Lord family.

She knew how he had felt about her—she knew what he had done for her.

Since then, they hadn’t seen each other. She’d texted him, but he never responded.

Her words cut like a knife.

How had he been?

When he got back to the Lord family, they took his phone. He’d been tortured while in the Yi tribe—his body was wrecked. His family had restricted his freedom, forcing him into recovery.

They even arranged a marriage for him—and he had a child.

He hadn’t dared to reach out to Norah all these years. He feared he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Because... he didn’t feel worthy of standing by her side anymore.

At that moment, it felt like invisible hands were squeezing his throat.

He couldn’t say a single word.

Norah picked up on the tension. She was about to speak again when Kevin walked over.

When Kevin saw Steven, he greeted him first. “Steven, it’s been a while.”

Steven nodded. “Yeah, it really has.”

Norah loved Kevin. He wasn’t dead—he was right there, by her side. And because of that, she would never leave him.

That much was clear.

Steven forced a smile. “I’ve got something to take care of, so I’ll head out.”

“Take care,” she replied politely.

But Norah could tell—something was off.

Kevin placed a hand on her shoulder. “Everything turned out the way it was meant to. You can relax now.”

But Norah couldn’t let it go.

She murmured, “Everyone seems to be doing fine... except Steven. He doesn’t look okay.”

Steven felt distant. But more than that—his eyes were different. They were clouded with sorrow.

He hadn’t responded to her messages in years, and Norah had been so busy with her work as a war correspondent, she hadn’t followed up. She realized now—she’d missed a lot of what had happened to him.

She thought it over, then made up her mind and ran after him.

“Steven,” she called out. “Are you still using the same WhatsApp and phone number?”

Steven shook his head. “No. I changed them.”

No wonder he’d never replied.

But still—if he changed them, why didn’t he tell her? Something had definitely happened.

“You... you changed your contact info and your whole identity without telling me? Steven... what’s going on?”

She never expected Steven’s entire life to revolve around her. But still—they were friends.

Something wasn’t right.

Steven gave a bitter laugh. “I’m married now. I have a kid. I’ve got to draw a line between who I used to be and who I am now.”

He wanted to give her his number now, but he couldn’t.

He wasn’t the same man anymore. And she had Kevin.

As long as she was happy, that was enough for him.

“That’s good, then,” Norah said quietly. “I’m glad you’re okay. I wish you all the best.”

Paulina didn’t make things hard for Tessa. “Alright, go on,” she said.

Tessa let out a breath of relief. She’d been worried it would drag on. Now that Paulina let her off the hook, she rushed away, afraid she’d change her mind.

Just then, Norah’s phone buzzed.

It was a group message.

When she opened it, she saw it was from her junior high school classmates. They were still talking about a class reunion.

It was supposed to be today, but she’d never confirmed if she’d go.

Someone had just added her.

She didn’t use the chat much—too busy with work.

The new contact had a profile pic: white hands holding a bouquet of lilies.

She thought it was a girl.

But when she clicked it—it was Steven.

That didn’t match him at all.

Still, Norah accepted the request.

Steven messaged her:[Norah, this is my WhatsApp.]

She replied:[Your suit’s been washed. I’ll send it to you.]

Steven:[Class reunion—are you coming? Hope to see you there.]

Norah scrolled through the group chat. She hadn’t seen Steven in years. He’d only recently joined the group, and everyone had welcomed him enthusiastically.

They were definitely planning something for him.

She hadn’t been to a reunion in a long time—work always got in the way. Now, she felt it would be rude not to show up.

So she agreed.

Paulina noticed Norah chatting during work hours—totally out of character. Something was definitely up.

That afternoon, there was a meeting.

Paulina got the materials ready.

After three hours, Kevin walked out of the meeting room.

“Ms. Paulina,” her assistant said, handing her a bag.

Paulina took it quickly. “Thanks. You can go.”

She followed Kevin into the office and placed the bag on the desk.

“Mr. Edwards,” she called out.

“Something else?” Kevin asked, not looking up.

Paulina had learned her lesson from last time. She didn’t rush into it.

“I had your dry-cleaned suit brought over,” she said calmly.

Kevin frowned and turned to her. “What suit?”