He looked wasted. Chelsea had no way of knowing why he was here. She told herself it was the alcohol making him behave in this manner.

She stared at Edmund and said indifferently, “You want a reason? Okay, I’ll tell you.”

It seemed that Edmund was all ears. Taking a deep breath, she said calmly, “I don’t want to be associated with a married man unless it is for work purpose. And hence I thought it was best if we didn’t become friends of Facebook.”

Edmund, who was drunk beyond his senses, looked incredulously at her and demanded, “Who the hell is a married man?”

Chelsea gave him a forced smile, as if to say he was the man she was referring to.

She remembered how Diane was all over the news lately. She was caught shopping at wedding and jewelry shops. Just about everyone knew this! How could Edmund not know?

This seemed to indicate that their marriage would take place in the near future. It was obvious that Edmund would be a married man in no time.

Diane hadn’t explicitly admitted it yet. When the reporters congratulated her, she would put on a cold face and dismiss them by saying she was simply taking a

the past, Diane would

Diane denied it, everyone still understood that

visit a wedding shop if a wedding wasn’t brewing? Edmund tightened his grip on Chelsea’s waist.

she said, “Although you aren’t married at present, you have her in your heart. For me, that’s a good enough

in Edmund’s heart as he heard these words. What

was nothing going on between him and

Edmund was about to say something, Chelsea flashed him a disapproving smile and said,

rumors about Edmund’s affair with Diane had been one of the most

be following his father’s footsteps. Right before getting married to Diane, Edmund was making an attempt to reconnect with his ex-wife. With some bitterness she realized that the father

a little, and his hand around her waist

past, he had disliked her father and brother but now it looked like Chelsea too had

Jamie’s defense, so he

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