Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chapter 232

The kidnapping incident made Edmund more concerned about Chelsea's safety. Diane wasn't to be trusted in his opinion.

Squinting her eyes at him, Chelsea asked in disbelief, "All the shop attendants can fight?"

She was confused as to why he was so confident that they could protect her. Only skilled fighters could do that.

"What do you think?" Edmund queried with an ambiguous glint in his eyes.

Chelsea took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "Don't take this the wrong way. But are you doing business legally?"

She had watched many movies of people using normal businesses as a cover-up for their gang syndicate. She had a sneaky suspicion that Edmund and Yusuf were doing the same.

Edmund threw his head back and laughed. "Did you really just ask me that? If I'm not doing a legal trade, do you think I will be ranked as one of the top ten most successful businessmen in Vertoak?" NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

This made sense, so Chelsea breathed a sigh of relief.

"Every industry has its ugly side. Things can get really dangerous, so we did this for our safety."

"So are you saying that Anne is also good at fighting?" Chelsea inquired curiously.

Anne was the chief barista at Times Coffee. She had taught Chelsea how to make coffee.

Edmund nodded and replied, "She's not only a skilled fighter, but also a boxing champion."

"A boxing champion?" Chelsea couldn't believe her ears. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that a beautiful young woman like Anne was actually a skillful fighter. She thought she was just a barista.

Edmund added, "Actually, I was thinking that you could take some self-defense lessons from her if you have spare time on your hands. It will give you an edge over your enemies."

This advice sounded like a good idea. Just when Chelsea was about to agree, he looked at her from head to toe and said, "You know what? Learning self-defense won't be enough. I need to hire a bodyguard for you, considering how your body is."

Chelsea's face changed. She looked at her body carefully. "What's wrong with my body?"

She knew she was on the slim side. But that didn't mean she couldn't learn self-defense.

"Oh, no! There's nothing wrong with your body. You actually have a breathtaking figure!" Edmund said with a flattering tone.

Chelsea blushed, a little embarrassed.

Why did he compliment her out of the blue? It sounded like flirting.

Oblivious to what Chelsea was thinking, Edmund lowered his head and resumed eating.

He didn't want to stare at her anymore. He feared that he would rush to kiss her soft lips if he stared for a second longer.

He just flirted with Chelsea and he himself ended up getting horny. Thoughts about making out with her flooded his mind. He remembered how he constantly tore off her clothes and had sex with her in the past.

To prevent himself from doing anything stupid, Edmund left her apartment as soon as he finished eating.

Chelsea let out a long sigh after his departure. Sweet was busy strolling around the apartment as it got used to the place. It only lay at Chelsea's feet occasionally. On the other hand, Arya was still a little shy. It curled up under the sofa. Whenever Chelsea tried to get it out, it would purr endlessly.

Chelsea had no choice but to leave it alone for the time being. She believed it would come out of its shell soon. She kind of saw herself in the little kitten. It was also hard for her to adapt to a new environment and she was wary of people too.

Sitting in the living room, Chelsea put a call through to Roy. She asked after his wife and also thanked him for how he handled the matter between her and Diane.

Roy was as nice as ever. He said, "You don't have to thank me. It's what I should do. I know how it feels when someone steals your work. I have changed my mind about exposing the issue to the rest of the people in the industry. This is because I can predict how Diane will end up. Her company will fold up very soon because of her bad character."

"Yeah, I think so too," Chelsea agreed.

It became obvious why Roy asked Diane to apologize to her. This was the only punishment she could get for now. Her doom was waiting for her, so she would learn a good lesson in the future.

Once they were done discussing work, Roy asked politely, "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you this year?"

Although Chelsea was taken aback by this question, she answered truthfully, "Twenty-six."

"Oh, I see. When exactly is your birthday?" Roy further inquired.

"10th of December," Chelsea replied.

When Roy fell silent, she asked in confusion, "Why do you ask, Mr. Ellis?"

Roy chuckled. "It's nothing. I just wanted to know. I think we were destined to meet."

Chelsea was pleased to hear that. "Thank you."

She also had a good impression of him. Her inexplicable affinity for him surprised her sometimes.

Roy was a good-looking man who was also talented, calm, and elegant. To crown it all, he was a loving and faithful husband who doted on his wife.

Chelsea saw him as the definition of a perfect man.

The two of them said goodbye to each other and hung up.

The following day, Chelsea went to Times Coffee earlier than scheduled. The café was located on the top floor of the building. It occupied the entire floor.

As soon as she stepped in, she saw Diane waving at her from a table by the window.

Chelsea was already pissed off with her. They had set their appointment for ten o'clock. But Diane started bombarding her with calls from nine o'clock.

"Hey, girl!" A lovely young woman suddenly ran out of the counter and gave Chelsea a hug, raising her at the same time.

Chelsea laughed and begged. "Ha-ha! Good to see you, Anne. Please put me down."

She recalled what Edmund said about Anne yesterday. Indeed, this beautiful woman was strong.

The sight of Chelsea hugging the chief barista of this expensive café made Diane jealous. She eyed the two of them, face dark.