Mr. Nelsonn Winning His Ex-wife’s Heart

Chapter: 39

Luka continued to blow Chelsea’s trumpet in her absence. “Chelsea is so gifted that I think she would have still taken the screenwriting world by storm even if Mr. Lewis didn’t mentor her. It’s such a pity that she didn’t kick-start her career full-time immediately after graduation. If she hadn’t gotten married to you, she would have been famous by now.”

To remain a diligent wife, Chelsea had made her career take the backseat. She could only work part-time even though it was her dream to work full-time Like every other career woman.

It was crystal clear that Luka was saying that Edmund had prevented Chelsea from living her dreams. This indirect insult made Edmund’s blood boil. He glared at Luka for a few seconds, while squeezing the paper in his hand. Afterward, he stormed out without saying anything more.

Chelsea was not only the best graduating student in her class, but also the first person Eugene ever offered to mentor. It was so annoying that he had to find out important details about his ex-wife from an outsider. Intense sadness mixed with irritation settled like a boulder in his gut.

It was a slap in the face that he didn’t know that Chelsea was this excellent although they once Lived under the same roof and shared the same bed.

Just because Edmund felt that she and her father had set him up, he hated her so much and didn’t even bother to get to know her. She was just a shameless gold-digger in his eyes.

torturing Chelsea in bed. Her body gave him pleasure and her

bring himself to treat her right. He continued to treat her as if they were just housemates. On no occasion did he bother to get to know her. In this way, Chelsea remained a familiar stranger

when he stormed out of Luka’s office. Diane walked to him and held his arm. She asked lovingly, “How did your discussion with Mr. Pierce go? You look pissed. Did he

go. I’ll take you home,” Edmund said, ignoring

her head on

with you today. How about we

you yesterday that I have a lot of work on my

be pushy. She suggested, “Okay, I’ll go home. But how about we have dinner later

I’ll tell Leo to make a reservation for tonight and

have steak tonight. How about making a reservation in that Italian restaurant we frequently go

and sight of steak irritated him ever since he discovered that Chelsea was allergic to beef and mutton. He didn’t

don’t want to eat steak today. I’d rather have a plate of salad or something else that’s