Ch. 565: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 565

Chapter 565

Isaac took the breakfast from the butler, unwrapped everything, and laid it out on the small table. He glanced warily at the butler standing nearby.

“Young Master, allow me,” the butler offered politely.

But he wasn’t just being helpful—he was trying to figure out whether Bonnie was truly Isaac’s girlfriend or just someone he’d hired to fool the old lady.

Isaac saw right through him and frowned. “I’m taking care of my girlfriend and you want to step in? Have you forgotten the house rules just because I’ve been away a few years?”

The butler immediately backed off. “Of course not. I only meant to serve you. Since you’re handling it, I’ll excuse myself.”

Isaac waved him off and sat beside the bed to feed Bonnie some porridge.

“Careful—it’s hot. This seafood porridge is packed with nutrients. If you like it, I’ll have them make it again. Whatever you want, I’ll cook it.”

“You better mean that. Don’t go back on your word,” Bonnie replied, playing along.

If they were going to fake it, they had to make it believable.

Bonnie gave him a playful glance. The butler had already left, but word of the scene quickly spread through the Laurin household.

Even though Isaac continued feeding her, Bonnie eventually pulled away.

Understanding her hesitation, he smiled and set the bowl down. “Then feed yourself. By the way, I’m Isaac Laurin—the fourth son of the Laurin family in Belourvinelle. Maybe you’ve heard of us, maybe not. Doesn’t matter. That title was given to me by my elders. It’s not something I consider an honor.”

“What do you consider an honor then?”

Bonnie was familiar with the Laurin family and their strict expectations, though she’d never interacted with anyone from their circle—until now.

“It’s building something of your own,” she said. “That’s what real honor is—especially for a man. If everything you have comes from your family, you’re not really a man. Just someone who happens to be male.”

Isaac leaned in a little, eyes locked on hers. “You don’t mind pretending to be my girlfriend, do you? I’m not into blind dates. If you’re okay with it, I might ask you to help me out again...”

“No. I do mind.”

Bonnie shut him down immediately. There was no way she’d agree to something like that.

When she saw his face darken, she climbed out of bed and grabbed her purse. “Thanks for what you did last night. And I helped you just now, so let’s call it even. Consider your life-saving deed repaid. I don’t think we need to see each other again.”

Worried he might cling to her, she left in a hurry.

Bonnie hadn’t come home all night, and Kevin had waited for her at her apartment. When she finally walked in, clearly flustered, he gave her a quick once-over, checking for any signs she’d been taken advantage of. But she was fully dressed and looked fine, so he relaxed.

He got up from the couch, speaking like an overprotective big brother. “Where were you last night?”

“You told me to go to that party, didn’t you?”

Bonnie rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Kevin? A blind date party? You really thought I needed that? Do I seem like the kind of woman who needs to go on a blind date?”

Kevin scratched his nose awkwardly. “Not really. But I just wanted to help you stay away from smooth-talking guys who might play you.”

At that, Bonnie’s anger flared. The memory of nearly being drugged by Mike last night hit hard. But she couldn’t direct that anger at Kevin—he had meant well—so she just stomped upstairs.

She bumped into Norah on her way down. Norah immediately picked up on the faint smell of disinfectant.

“You were at the hospital last night?” Norah asked, surprised. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Mike drugged me, but someone stepped in and took me to the hospital. And it was someone’s idea to send me to that party in the first place,” Bonnie said, shooting Kevin a glare.

Norah knew about the blind date party. She patted Bonnie’s shoulder gently. “Kevin meant well, but yeah... total fail. You probably didn’t sleep at all. Go lie down. I’ll make you something nice for lunch.”

“Deal,” Bonnie smiled, kissed her on the cheek, and ran upstairs.

Norah noticed something strange in Kevin’s expression—a sly, calculating look, like a hunter who’d found a trail.

She slipped her arm around his and leaned in. “What are you hiding from me, hmm?”

With a gorgeous woman in his arms, Kevin couldn’t keep calm. He pulled her in for a deep kiss that nearly left her breathless.

“Spill it or you’re going down,” she muttered, slightly out of breath and a little annoyed.

Kevin whispered in her ear, “The person who saved Bonnie last night? It was Isaac Laurin.”

Isaac Laurin?

It took Norah a moment to place the name. He was the young master of the Laurin family. Known for being hard to pin down—but what did this have to do with good news?

She was about to ask when she noticed the glint in Kevin’s eye—and suddenly, she got it.

“Auntie really draws the puppies, huh? But is this something we should worry about?”

Dealing with Mike was already enough. If the Laurin family got involved, even she and Kevin might be out of their depth.

But Kevin didn’t seem the least bit concerned. A man from the Laurin family wouldn’t need to play dirty just to get rich.

If this was some kind of setup, maybe the goal wasn’t money... Maybe Isaac was after the whole Edwards family empire?

Kevin chuckled. “I doubt it. It’s probably just a coincidence—or fate, if you want to get poetic about it.”

“Fate or not, we’ll find out soon enough. Go change. We’ve got a meeting with a former Laurin family client. Maybe we can dig up something useful.”

Kevin nodded and gave her another intense kiss before heading out.

Meanwhile, in the top-floor reception room of Edwards Group, a bearded man was nervously sipping his fifth cup of tea. His stomach was starting to twist.

Face tight, he asked in a low voice, “When is Mr. Edwards getting here? If it’s going to be a while, I really need to use the restroom.”

“I’m sorry for the delay. Mr. Edwards is on his way. But if it’s urgent, feel free to go. I’ll explain to him.”

“Thank you,” the man said, rushing off.

Right after he left, Kevin and Norah arrived.

The secretary quickly filled them in, and Kevin shot Norah a look—she was supposed to be here nearly an hour ago.

Norah’s cheeks flushed. She didn’t respond to the scolding. Instead, she asked the secretary to prepare breakfast.

If the client was that laid-back, they might as well eat.

When the bearded man—Mr. Jacob—returned, he was stunned to see the table full of food.

“Uh… am I—?”

“Mr. Jacob, relax,” Kevin said with a smile. “We’re sorry to keep you waiting. Don’t go telling people we made you sit here for an hour without offering anything.”

It was clearly a joke, but it made Jacob break into a cold sweat.

“I swear, Mr. Edwards, I won’t say a word!” he promised, pulling a contract from his briefcase. “Actually, I’ve decided to knock off another 10% from the price. If you're okay with it, we can sign right now.”

Another 10%? That was an unusually generous offer.

Norah narrowed her eyes, watching Jacob closely. There had to be more to this than met the eye.