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.

natural, but he found it too hard with Chelsea’s hand on

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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

going to remove

his dark, inky eyes. Then, he unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand and

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

had a bashful and shocked expression on her face. “You…” After hearing Chelsea’s

lips open and continued on its merry course. It seemed like he was trying to absorb

As she fought to push against Edmund’s shoulder,

Chelsea’s voice was very little. Her voice unaffected Edmund’s kisses as she

Edmund was dazed, she bit his Lips hard

was suddenly filled

he saw her red face. “I swear to you, I’ll keep Roy in the dark about it.”