Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart
Chapter 158

Chapter 158

Humph!

There was another man in her apartment, and that man was in the kitchen cooking for her. How couldhe go in?

Was he supposed to go there and be their third wheel?

Or maybe just sit there and watch them flirt with each other?

Edmund took the elevator and walked out of the building in anger. When he saw the big trash can bythe gate, he threw the bunch of flowers into it without hesitation. He then drove as far from them aspossible.

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After Edmund slammed the door shut, Chelsea and Luka stared at it in shock.

Chelsea came to her senses and asked angrily, "What the hell was that?"

Edmund was the one who had knocked in the first place. But after she had opened the door, he didn'teven say a word before he stormed off furiously.

Did Edmund really think of himself as an emperor and that everyone had to please him? What gavehim the right to act so wilfully?

Chelsea thought Edmund was just being too unreasonable and disrespectful.

Luka was not surprised at all. He had expected such a reaction from Edmund the minute he saw him atthe door. "Mr. Nelson might have lost control of his emotions when he saw me here."

Chelsea was a little confused as she tried to think about it. "Why would he lose control? We have beendivorced for more than a year. Can't I have my own friends? Do I have to seek his permission to havedinner with my friends?"

Chelsea had been weak all day because of the pain caused by her period cramps. That afternoon,Luka had said that he would come to her place and discuss some of the suggestions that Keith hadmade on the script.

However, it never occurred to Chelsea that Luka would bring so many bags full of groceries. She hadplanned to order some takeout for her dinner with Luka, but he had brought the ingredients, so she hadno choice but to let him cook as he wished.

She also didn't expect that Edmund would appear at her door with flowers in his hand.

The flowers would have probably ended up in the trash can either way.

Anyway, she didn't care.

Luka comforted her, "Don't think about it anymore. Let's have dinner."

Chelsea didn't want to be angered by Edmund's rude behavior anymore, so she turned around andfollowed Luka to the dining room.

Luka's food was amazing. Even someone like Chelsea, who was good at cooking, couldn't help butpraise him.

Truth was that this was the first time someone else had cooked for Chelsea in a while.

She and Edmund had been married for three years, but he had never done something like that for her.He probably didn't even know where the kitchen was.

She always made sure he had eaten and took care of all the trifles in his daily life. But other thanfinancial support, the only thing Edmund had ever given her was sex.

If he had even spent some of his time with her then she could at least say he had done something fortheir family.

But while she was with him, Chelsea had never been taken care of. No one had ever worried about herwell-being.

She used to go to see the doctor alone. No one even reminded her to take medicine when she caughta cold.

As for her dysmenorrhea, she had never mentioned it to Edmund.

Chelsea feared that he would think of her as delicate or just ignore her if she told him.

Every time she suffered from it, she endured in front of Edmund. She always rested at home during theday, and when she felt better in the evening, she started preparing dinner. When Edmund got homefrom work, a delicious dinner had been served on the table, so he didn't notice her discomfort.

Although Chelsea had suffered from dysmenorrhea that whole day, she was so moved by the foodLuka had cooked and the comfort it brought.

Sure enough, considerate and gentle men were really comfortable to be around.