Ch. 571: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 571

“Norah, I’m honored to have met you and to have been with you before anyone else. A lot has happened along the way, but one thing has always stayed the same: the person I love is you. That’s never changed. I know there are rumors calling you a mistress, and I know that’s been hard on you. I don’t know who started them, but it doesn’t matter. Because today, I want to say this—”

The screen behind them flashed a montage of their daily photos, each one radiating love and affection—something people could only envy.

Kevin picked up the mic and stood. Gently, he pulled Norah to her feet. She looked flustered, unsure of what was happening.

“Norah, they have no idea how incredible you are. They think you’re marrying up. But I know the truth—I’m the one marrying up. It’s a privilege to be loved by you. People don’t know how we met or how we fell in love. But you do, don’t you?”

Kevin’s eyes welled with emotion. He’d planned to clear up the mistress rumor, but seeing their old photos had hit him hard.

Their journey hadn’t been easy—but thankfully, they’d never strayed from their love.

Norah’s eyes shimmered with tears. When Kevin asked, “Do you believe that the person I’ve always loved is you?” she shyly turned away—and nodded.

“Then remember this,” he said gently, “You are not a mistress. And I’ve never loved anyone else. Never forget that.”

He kissed her forehead, then turned to the reporters. “Today, thanks to Master Laurin’s event, I get to show the world the love I have for my wife. I apologize for taking up your time, but I want everyone here to know—when you see her, call her Mrs. Edwards.”

That’s when it hit everyone—Norah was Mrs. Edwards.

Kevin’s statement might’ve seemed over-the-top at first, but the reporters quickly realized: this wasn’t overemphasis. It was a public declaration of love.

It gave them a headline.

Kevin treated Norah like royalty. In fact, it felt like he was sending a message to Isaac—this is how you treat your wife.

Before nightfall, the news had updated again: Kevin Edwards had made it crystal clear—if Isaac Laurin wanted to marry into the Edwards family, he had to treat his wife the same way.

Isaac was livid when he saw the headlines.

He slammed his phone onto the table and said coldly, “When you first made that suggestion, I had a bad feeling. And now it’s clear why. You’ve taken it upon yourself to be my parent. Mr. Edwards, that’s not very kind of you.”

Kevin gave a sheepish smile. “I didn’t expect the reporters to spin it like this. You can’t really blame me, Mr. Laurin.”

Isaac shot back, “Of course I can. You made yourself look like the perfect husband. Now if I don’t live up to that, I’m not even qualified to marry Bonnie.”

Kevin was taken aback. As far as he knew, Isaac and Bonnie weren’t even a couple—how did marriage come into the picture?

“Mr. Edwards, you owe me,” Isaac said, his eyes gleaming.

Kevin, still a bit distracted, remembered the issue with Mr. Jacob and quickly replied, “Alright. I won’t work with Mr. Jacob. We’ll call it even.”

Isaac shook his head. “That’s not good enough. Whether you partner with him or not, that’s your call. I’m not here to push anyone’s agenda. But the compensation I want—it’s a little different.”

Seeing Kevin’s confusion, Isaac didn’t hold back. “You owe me a meal. An apology. And ideally... you bring Bonnie along. Then maybe I’ll forgive you.”

Kevin burst into laughter, nearly doubling over. Only Isaac could be so shameless—and somehow still likable.

But honestly? A dinner wasn’t a bad idea. A strong alliance still sounded appealing.

They booked a private room at a hotel downtown with a cozy engagement theme. After letting Bonnie know, Kevin took Norah to a movie.

Bonnie showed up at the hotel on time—only to find Isaac waiting alone. Just as she was about to leave, she got a message from Norah:

“The truth is out now. If you really feel nothing for him, just be honest tonight. But if there’s even a tiny spark left... maybe give it a chance. He could be the one.”

Getting relationship advice from someone younger felt a little ridiculous to Bonnie—but Norah had a point. Isaac was a good guy.

Fine, she thought. Just friends.

Bonnie sat across from Isaac and said, “Looks like it’ll just be me tonight. Mr. Laurin, do you mind if I apologize on everyone’s behalf?”

Isaac smiled. “That’s way too serious. I wasn’t looking for compensation. I just wanted to see you. That’s all.”

His eyes were no longer calm—they held something deeper.

Tonight, Bonnie looked stunning. He couldn’t look away. Isaac felt like a bee that had just found its favorite flower—and wasn’t going anywhere.

Still, he held back his emotions, waved the waiter over, and had the dishes served. As they ate, he explained each dish—how it was made and the stories behind them.

He’d traveled a lot since he was young, soaking up knowledge and culture everywhere he went. He’d become a walking encyclopedia of food.

Bonnie listened, intrigued—and a little humbled. She’d never realized food had so much history. She always thought it was just about cooking skill.

A few drinks in, and their nerves melted away. Conversation flowed naturally. At some point, they ended up sitting side by side.

Meanwhile, at the theater, Kevin was practically dragged out by Norah.

He was mortified. His secretary had messed up and booked tickets for a cartoon. If Cooper had come, it might’ve made sense—but two grown adults watching a kid’s movie? Awkward.

People around them started whispering about Kevin having “wife-control syndrome.”

Norah let go of his hand and muttered, “We’ll talk about this at home.”

“I’ll make it up to you right now,” Kevin said with a grin. “Babe, I know I screwed up. Let me treat you to barbecue or hot pot, whatever you want.”

“I don’t want either. I’m trying to lose weight,” Norah grumbled.

Kevin looked around and spotted a boutique nearby. Taking her hand, he said, “Wait here for just a second, okay? I’m going to get you a gift to apologize.”

“Hurry up, then,” Norah mumbled. She wasn’t usually like this, but tonight—with all the attention—it brought out a new side of her. A little spoiled. A little dramatic.

Kevin came back quickly, holding a shopping bag. Inside was a beautiful new skirt.

The girls around them gasped in admiration.

Norah’s lips curled into a proud smile—her vanity totally satisfied.

“How much was it? Was it expensive?” she asked, trying to hand the skirt back.

Kevin grinned. “Your husband’s loaded, remember? Besides, husbands make money so wives can spend it. If you won’t spend it, what’s the point?”

Norah said, “Then I want hot pot and barbecue. Oh, and I haven’t bought jewelry in forever.”

“Done. After dinner, we’ll shop. Whatever you want, you got it.”

He pulled her into a hug, and Norah shyly kissed his cheek.

The crowd around them erupted in cheerful chatter.