Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chapter 181

Fay took lunch to visit Chelsea. When Chelsea saw the logo on the food pack, she was surprised. "Why did you buy such an expensive lunch?"

Chelsea was aware that Yusuf was the proprietor of this eatery. It was well-known in Vertoak for both the exorbitant cost and the great meals it served.

Smiling, Fay answered, "Mr. Nelson paid for it. He said you only sprained your ankle last night because of him."

"Thank him for me." Chelsea could only say that in politeness.

After placing the meal on the table, Fay asked, "How's your foot?"

"It's much better. The swelling subsided after the medicine was sprayed on it."

"That's good. If you need any help, let me know."

"Okay."

They made small talk as they ate. The lunch was soon over.

After lunch, Fay got up and said, "I have to get back to work. Do take your rest."

Chelsea nodded and said, "My foot is okay now. You don't need to bring me food."

The implication was that she didn't want to owe Edmund any more favors.

"Okay." Fay agreed readily.

Her presence wasn't needed again. Her boss would come himself.

After Fay had taken her leave, Chelsea made a cup of coffee and went to work on the script. Soon, it was night.

The doorbell rang. Chelsea thought it was Zuri.

However, to her surprise, it was Edmund at the door.

He was holding the same expensive food box as the one Fay brought, staring at her with a blank expression on his face.

"You..." Before Chelsea could complete her words, Edmund walked inside the apartment.

"Have you had dinner?" he asked.

"No..." Except for the aroma of the coffee she had drunk, there was no smell of food in the apartment. She couldn't lie.

Edmund placed the food on the table and said, "I've brought some food. Let's eat together."

Chelsea was at a loss for words. She didn't anticipate Edmund being so cheeky. She should have thanked him for bringing her dinner, but she didn't feel at ease with him.

She couldn't drive Edmund away now that he'd sat down, so she washed her hands and sat down next to him.

They were both quiet during the meal.

When they were married before, they got along very quietly, except when they were having sex.

She couldn't figure out why Edmund, who was normally so apathetic, had changed so drastically whenever they had sex. Every time his passion made her cry out for mercy.

Chelsea had no idea why she had suddenly remembered these scenes. Her face flushed unexpectedly. She coughed quickly to hide her embarrassment.

"Why is your face so red? Are you running a fever?" Edmund asked, as he put out his hand to touch her forehead.

Chelsea, frightened, quickly leaned away. Edmund's hand stopped in front of her.

Chelsea hurriedly answered, "I'm fine. I'm just a little hot."

Edmund awkwardly withdrew his hand, looked at her, and said, "It's only a meal. What's the deal with your blushing?"

Chelsea was speechless.

Of course she couldn't make Edmund find out what she was thinking, or else he would think she was playing hard to get. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She felt angry, thinking of Edmund's arrogance and his conceited look before.