Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart
Chapter 136

Chapter 136

Social media users never ceased to amaze Chelsea. How come they were able to save such things forthat long?

Chelsea had thought that her previous tweets would never see the light of day after she deleted themearlier on.

To her dismay, her weird username and details about her love story were out for the whole world tosee.

Not only was Chelsea embarrassed, she feared that Edmund would be disgusted when he saw thosethings.

She wanted all these to stop, but comments that refuted the claim that her ex-husband was an old mankept flooding in.

One of them read, "Yes, I'm sure he's a fit young man. She once posted a picture of his hands. Theyare slender and perfect. No old man would have such a perfect pair of hands."

Another picture was posted. Chelsea was rendered speechless.

It never crossed her mind that her followers would save the pictures she posted. For a moment, shethanked her stars that she only posted a few.

Another follower also shared screenshots of her previous tweets that were centered on love. The firstone read, "How does it feel to love someone? This is one of the most asked questions now. Well, beingin love feels great. Whenever I see my man, it feels as if countless flowers are blooming in my heart.

Love is indeed a beautiful thing."

The second one had crying emojis in it. "Today is the first day of his business trip. I don't want to beaway from him. I miss him already."

It came as a surprise to her that her followers were this invested in her life. More so, to the extent thatthey made screenshots and saved pictures she posted many years ago.

Nonetheless, Chelsea was grateful for their support. It was a thing of joy that they stood up for herwhile millions of people were against her at this time.

Her good image was gradually getting restored as their positive remarks came in. They had bailed herout of a dilemma jail just when she was confused about whether to reveal her ex-husband's trueidentity to shut down the rumor.

Chelsea was deeply touched.

She was becoming a little teary-eyed when she suddenly received a few screenshots from Edmund.They were all captured from the supportive comments made online.

Chelsea couldn't help but wish she were blind now. Although she wanted to ignore the message, shemustered the courage to respond, "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. I shouldn't have put out those tweets andpictures. At that time, I was young and naive. I probably had a screw loose in my head or something. Itnever occurred to me that they would come back to bite me in the ass in the future. I'm sorry that theydisgust you. Please accept my sincerest apologies."

As far as Chelsea was concerned, Edmund was extremely disgusted by her posts that were unearthed.

She suspected that he would have strangled her if she was anywhere near him now.

She reasoned that it was stupid on her part to have shared such things.

To save her life, she swallowed her pride and apologized to him without thinking twice.

Instead of responding to her message, Edmund called her. Chelsea bit her fingers nervously beforeshe answered the call.

"Did you just say that you had a screw loose? And that you were naive? What makes you think I'mdisgusted?" Edmund bombarded her with questions from the other end of the line.

With a shaky voice, Chelsea replied, "Yes... Yes, it's all my fault. I was so stupid at that time."

"Is that what you really think of your younger self?" he asked, his voice raised.

Chelsea was confused. She could tell that Edmund was in a bad mood.

Why did he get angrier even after she apologized?

After an awkward silence, Edmund tut-tutted and said coldly, "I never knew that your neck almost gotsprained because you always stretched your body just to kiss me. Humph!"

Chelsea's face immediately turned red like a cooked lobster. Why did he bring that up now? What didhe have in mind? This topic was inappropriate for them, wasn't it?

Now that they were divorced, there was no point talking about how they used to kiss each other.

Sensing that he wasn't going to get any response, Edmund sneered. "How is it my fault that your neckalmost got sprained? You are so short. If you didn't want to suffer neck pain, you should have growntaller!"

Chelsea was almost pissed off.

She couldn't help but wonder how she managed to put up with his nonsense for three whole years. Itwas a miracle that she didn't kick the bucket or run mad due to excessive fury.