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

o’clock in the

house for Edmund’s. On getting there, she found the door ajar. She pushed the door open and found that the room

ignored the darkness and walked

the dining room, she saw the decorations on

long dining table, there was

vase on the table held a bouquet of roses.

A candlelight dinner!

Edmund wanted this?

turned around, planning to walk out. It was weird that Edmund became romantic at this

for years, and in that time, Edmund had

panic, as well

taken no more than two steps before bumping into Edmund, who had

arms. Chelsea tried hard to find an excuse. “I just remembered that I forgot to close