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

she found the door

however, ignored the darkness and walked

got to the dining room, she saw the decorations on

end of the long dining table, there

the table held a

A candlelight dinner!

Edmund wanted this?

turned around, planning to walk out. It

had been together for years, and in that time, Edmund had not so much as given her

filled with shock and panic,

more than two steps before bumping into Edmund, who had come in with the

Chelsea in his arms. Chelsea tried hard to find an excuse. “I just