Mr. Nelsonn Winning His Ex-wife’s Heart

Edmund then sent her a text message.

“My place or yours?”

Chelsea squeezed her phone in anger

She replied with just one word. “Whatever.”

“My place it is then,” Edmund decided.

Chelsea put away her phone without replying to Edmund’s text.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

six o’clock in the

she found the door ajar. She pushed the door open and found that the

the darkness and walked

saw the decorations on the dining table. She was

the long dining table, there was a delicate candlestick with

vase on the table held a bouquet of roses. The

A candlelight dinner!

Edmund wanted this?

regained her composure and turned around, planning to walk out. It was

years, and in that time, Edmund had not so much as

and panic, as well

two steps before bumping into Edmund,

his arms. Chelsea tried hard to