Ch. 572: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 572

Chapter 572

Norah never expected Bonnie to show up early in the morning just to borrow clothes. If Bonnie weren’t the eldest daughter of the Edwards family, it wouldn’t seem so strange—but she was the eldest daughter.

Bonnie could wear anything she wanted. So why was she here, asking to borrow clothes?

Norah studied her for a long moment but didn’t see anything unusual. Either way, even if Bonnie were asking to borrow money, Norah wouldn’t hesitate—let alone just clothes.

Setting her teacup down, Norah stood up with a smile. “Come on, let’s go upstairs and pick something out.”

Bonnie raised her eyebrows. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I want to borrow clothes?”

Of course Norah was curious—but if Bonnie wasn’t offering an explanation, she clearly had her reasons. So Norah didn’t press.

They headed into the dressing room together. With racks of clothes lined up, the selection was dazzling, but Bonnie still couldn’t find anything she liked.

She sighed. “Forget it. I don’t think anything here suits me.”

“That’s because these are all for someone my age,” Norah said with a playful glance. “You’re a few years older than me, so naturally you want something more mature.”

She paused, then added in a softer tone, “But don’t you have plenty of clothes yourself? Even if you didn’t have anything that fits the occasion, you could just buy something new. Why come borrow from me?”

Bonnie’s face turned pink, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly—like she was thinking of something sweet.

If October wasn't about love, then what else could it be?

Norah wasn’t slow—she caught on right away. She leaned in with a teasing smile. “So… things are moving along with Young Master Laurin? Spill it. How far have you two gotten?”

“Gotten where? I just think he’s okay,” Bonnie said quickly, face red enough to drip. “I’m planning to get to know him better first—I haven’t agreed to anything. Stop teasing.”

Norah smirked. Whether Bonnie admitted it or not, she was clearly falling for him.

“So you came to me for clothes because he’s younger than you and you’re trying to look younger to match?” Norah asked with a knowing look.

Bonnie nodded. “Exactly. But none of your clothes seem right for me.”

She was about to give up and go shopping, but she had plans with Isaac at noon. There wasn’t enough time. And if she wore something too mature, everyone would instantly notice the age gap—and talk. She didn’t want to be that woman—the one getting side-eyed for “robbing the cradle.”

Bonnie reluctantly picked up a denim set. “What about this one? I saw you wear it before. It doesn’t look too young.”

Norah gently took the outfit from her hands and handed her a white dress instead. The moment Bonnie tried it on, the effect was undeniable—it not only suited her temperament but gave her the youthful vibe she wanted.

Bonnie loved it. She changed right then and there.

The two women had similar body types, so the dress fit perfectly. Standing in front of the mirror, Bonnie couldn’t help but smile.

Norah fixed her hair and spoke with genuine concern. “We all think Isaac’s a great guy, but still—keep your eyes open. If something seems off, don’t hesitate to walk away.”

“I know. But really, he’s sweet. He’s traveled a lot, he’s thoughtful, and he treats people well.” Bonnie’s tone softened, and she couldn’t stop saying good things about him.

Norah wasn’t sure how much of it was real love and how much was infatuation—but it was clear Bonnie wasn’t in the mood for advice, so she let it be.

As they came downstairs, Kevin walked in from the gym. He immediately walked over to hug Norah and gently asked if she’d eaten.

When he noticed Bonnie, he looked surprised. “Why are you wearing Norah’s clothes? You have nothing to wear?”

Then he pulled out his bank card and handed it to her. “Go buy whatever you want. Don’t be stingy on my account.”

Bonnie rolled her eyes. “What if I spend it all and your wife has nothing left?”

Kevin just laughed and hugged Norah. “All my money is with Norah. What I just gave you? That’s just my pocket change.”

“Wait, seriously?” Bonnie raised an eyebrow. Kevin was a CEO—his “pocket change” could be in the millions. “You’re saying you actually let Norah handle all your money?”

Kevin and Norah didn’t look like they were joking.

“If Isaac gave me all his money, I’d be too scared to take it,” Bonnie admitted.

Kevin shook his head. “That’d be stupid. If he doesn’t hand it over, that’s when you should be worried.”

What Norah held wasn’t the company’s accounts—those were still in Kevin’s control. But when it came to personal funds, Norah had the reins.

“Kevin, are you serious? Most men would never do that.” Bonnie still looked skeptical. “Even in marriage, handing over everything is kind of extreme.”

“I’m not planning to divorce Norah,” Kevin replied easily. “So if I’m not giving it to her, who would I give it to?”

He kissed Norah and smiled. “Right, babe? We’re in this forever. Let people envy us.”

Norah smiled and snuggled up to him.

Bonnie couldn’t handle the PDA. She grabbed her bag and made a quick exit, heading out to meet Isaac. If she stuck around, she'd end up being the third wheel in a rom-com.

As soon as Bonnie left, the atmosphere shifted. Kevin and Norah each sat on opposite sides of the couch, quiet.

“You seriously don’t want Cooper to take part in the school sports meet?” Kevin finally asked, his brow furrowed.

Norah didn’t flinch. “That’s right. If he wants exercise, I can make him a training plan myself. He doesn’t need whatever the school’s offering.”

“That’s not the point,” Kevin said, clearly frustrated. “The meet isn’t about turning him into an athlete—it’s about letting him be with his classmates. You’re missing the bigger picture.”

“There’s nothing to discuss. I’m not letting what happened last time happen again.” Norah’s tone was final. She stood and walked upstairs.

Kevin followed her, catching her wrist gently. “Admit it—you don’t have confidence. You’re afraid of losing to other parents.”

He paused, smirking. “Sure, you’d dominate in the sports competitions. But the meet also includes a cooking contest. That’s where you’re nervous.”

Each parent is assigned a dish. Everyone tastes and rates them.

Norah glared. “You’re trying to provoke me.”

“Nope. Just speaking the truth. Am I wrong?”

Norah crossed her arms. “Fine. It’s a sports meet, right? We’re going.”

She was determined now—Kevin was going to regret doubting her cooking. She already had a plan: she’d handle every dish herself, make something unforgettable, and leave all the other parents in the dust.