Mr. Nelsonn Winning His Ex-wife’s Heart

“Come on, Chelsea.”

He could tell at a glance that she had cried her eyes out.

The sight of her swollen face and red eyes made his heart ache. He hated seeing her like this.

“I’m so sorry, Chelsea. You can hit me or call me names. You can do anything to vent your anger. I really want to make it up to you. I will also do whatever you want. Just name it,” Edmund said apologetically, his foot still holding the door.

Chelsea scoffed and glared at him. “You want to make it up to me? Fine! I want you to stop disturbing me. Let’s be like total strangers. Stay away from me. Can you do that?”

Every bad thing that happened to Chelsea was because of him. She wanted nothing to do with him.

Edmund’s heart sank when he heard her request. He could only stare at her with sad eyes.

Edmund was Looking at her with such sad

uttered, “Chelsea, I was serious about what I

he was in Love with her in the presence of many

they could only be strangers. How could he stay away

how you feel! Just

flare up. After all, she had been telling him off times without number. He must be

time. He swallowed hard. Afterward, he held out the lunch box toward her and

could refuse, he added, “You either take it from

It was unheard of that Edmund, the president of the

reasoned that Chelsea was yet to get over the shock of getting kidnapped by his sister. Her anger might skyrocket if he continued to pester her

phone number after I drop this call. You have to call her later. She

said pitifully, “People often come to me and request me to be