Mr. Nelsonn Winning His Ex-wife’s Heart

“Huh?” Chelsea looked at him in confusion and then instantly looked away when her gaze met with his strong chest muscles.

“Well, you just glanced shortly at me. I’m not even sure you actually looked at me. How am I supposed to take you seriously?”

Chelsea looked at him in disbelief. This man had the gift of getting on her nerves.

He wasn’t properly dressed. How did he expect her to look at him?

He was indirectly telling Chelsea to look at his exposed body.

Chelsea sighed and then crossed her arms and observed Edmund. “Well, Mr. Nelson. You look like you’re keeping fit. Do you have eight pack abs? Let me help you count, shall 17”

With that, Chelsea approached Edmund and poked his abdominal muscles one by one.

keep his face natural, but he found it

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paid little attention to Edmund’s facial features at all. She prodded his body more and added, “However, that’s only average. It’s clear that Mr. Nelson hasn’t been

uttering these words, Chelsea was going to remove her hand when

he unconsciously tightened his grip on her

shining a vicious glint, “How about here?” as he led her hand

face. “You…” After hearing Chelsea’s voice, Edmund leaned

and continued on its merry course. It seemed like he was trying to absorb her whole body into his as he grabbed her

spooked Chelsea. As she fought to push against Edmund’s

was very little. Her voice unaffected

Edmund was dazed, she bit his Lips hard and

mouth was

and took her in his arms as he saw her red face. “I swear to you, I’ll keep Roy in the dark about it.” His pleasantly warm breath lingered in the air