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

the door ajar.

ignored the darkness

to the dining room, she saw the decorations on the dining table. She

each end of the long dining table, there was a delicate candlestick

held a bouquet

A candlelight dinner!

Edmund wanted this?

to walk out. It

years, and in that time, Edmund had not

with shock and panic, as well as

steps before bumping into Edmund, who had come in with

held Chelsea in his arms. Chelsea tried hard to find an excuse. “I just remembered that I forgot