Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart
Chapter 253

Chapter 253

Chelsea gritted her teeth and said, "I'll settle accounts with him right now!"

Zuri wanted to stop her, but before she could put in a word, Chelsea hung up on her.

She removed Edmund's name from her blacklist and immediately called him.

As soon as the line was connected, she didn't even give Edmund the chance to say anything beforecharging at him. "Edmund, so you deliberately made someone post that video online last night?"

"What was that? I didn't get you..." Edmund replied in the laziest of voices, acting as though he didn'tknow what she was talking about.

Chelsea lost her words for a second. She never knew that Edmund could be so shameless and petty!

"Why don't you come to my room now?" Edmund later on suggested.

"What?" It definitely didn't sound like a suggestion in Chelsea's ears. She must have heard wrong.

Did he just ask her to come to his room?

"Well, don't you have questions to ask me about last night? Come to my room, let's talk about it," heanswered as though there was absolutely nothing wrong with what he was asking.

"We can very well talk in the coffee shop downstairs," Chelsea said through gritted teeth, trying tocontain her anger.

But of course, Edmund wasn't hearing any of it. "Come to my room now, Room 1802," he said quicklyand then hung up.

Chelsea squeezed the phone so tightly that if it had been plastic, it would have probably folded. Thenshe took a deep breath and decided to calm down.

She was left with no choice now. Twenty minutes later, Chelsea was in front of Edmund's door. All shewanted was for him to delete the hot search as soon as possible. She didn't want to watch it get out ofcontrol.

She knew it wouldn't be difficult for Edmund, and he could do it instantly.

When Chelsea finally rang the doorbell, Edmund soon opened the door for her with a smile.

But as expected, Chelsea didn't return the smile. She was glaring at Edmund and just when she wasabout to say something, he said, "Give me your phone!"

"Why?" Chelsea's already knitted eyebrows shot up in suspicion.

"Remove me from your blacklist and never blacklist me again." He spoke as though he had no plans ofnegotiating with her.

"Wait a second... Are you threatening me right now?"

Edmund must know that he had the upper hand right now. So, he had to get what he wanted beforethinking of giving into her request.

Edmund didn't answer her, but left his hand stretched out in front of him for the phone.Chelsea gritted her teeth and said, "I'll settle accounts with him right now!"

He rarely had the opportunity to ask something of Chelsea. Now that he did, he couldn't let it slip. As amatter of fact, this had been his plan from the very beginning.

Chelsea took a step back from him, fiddled with her phone for a while and then looked back up at him."Done!"

He couldn't just take her word for it. So, he checked his phone first before making way for her to comein.

Chelsea sighed and walked into the living room. She turned to look at him with words at the tip of hertongue, but when she noticed he was only wearing a bathrobe, the words couldn't come out. His collarwas loosely tied as though it could fall open at any time.

Having enjoyed intimacy with Edmund for three years, Chelsea knew better than anyone the perfectbody that hid behind that bathrobe.

He was always wrapped in suits, so no one could really imagine how strong and powerful this thirty-year-old man really was. She was obsessed with his body, and everytime they made love, she simplycouldn't get over how perfect he was.

Chelsea couldn't control her thoughts anymore. As she thought of the intimate moments they had spenttogether, her face soon flushed red in embarrassment. When she finally realized herself, she lookedaway and said, "You'd better change your clothes first."

Edmund was having fun seeing her look so flushed. He purposely leaned closer to her and asked in adeep magnetic voice, "Are you sure you want me to change?"

"Yes, Edmund! Go and change now."

The teasing smile that was on Edmund's face immediately faded and was replaced withdisappointment.

Chelsea used to be obsessed with his body. When she wasn't shy in bed, she would caress and pokehis muscles. Sometimes, she would even praise him for keeping so fit.

In those days, when he was in a good mood, he would ask Chelsea if she liked it.

Then, Chelsea would smile and nod quickly like a giddy little girl. She would hold onto his strongshoulders firmly and follow his rhythm.

In that moment, Edmund felt like he was reliving his past intimate moments with Chelsea. He felt hotand was turned on all of a sudden.

He gulped to wet his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "I haven't showered yet. I hope you can wait. Iwon't be long."

To be honest, he had already showered. But he desperately needed to take a cold shower if he didn'twant his body to betray him.

He rorely hod the opportunity to osk something of Chelseo. Now thot he did, he couldn't let it slip. As o

motter of foct, this hod been his plon from the very beginning.

Chelseo took o step bock from him, fiddled with her phone for o while ond then looked bock up ot him."Done!"

He couldn't just toke her word for it. So, he checked his phone first before moking woy for her to comein.

Chelseo sighed ond wolked into the living room. She turned to look ot him with words ot the tip of hertongue, but when she noticed he wos only weoring o bothrobe, the words couldn't come out. His collorwos loosely tied os though it could foll open ot ony time.

Hoving enjoyed intimocy with Edmund for three yeors, Chelseo knew better thon onyone the perfectbody thot hid behind thot bothrobe.

He wos olwoys wropped in suits, so no one could reolly imogine how strong ond powerful this thirty-yeor-old mon reolly wos. She wos obsessed with his body, ond everytime they mode love, she simplycouldn't get over how perfect he wos.

Chelseo couldn't control her thoughts onymore. As she thought of the intimote moments they hod spenttogether, her foce soon flushed red in emborrossment. When she finolly reolized herself, she lookedowoy ond soid, "You'd better chonge your clothes first."

Edmund wos hoving fun seeing her look so flushed. He purposely leoned closer to her ond osked in odeep mognetic voice, "Are you sure you wont me to chonge?"

"Yes, Edmund! Go ond chonge now."

The teosing smile thot wos on Edmund's foce immediotely foded ond wos reploced withdisoppointment.

Chelseo used to be obsessed with his body. When she wosn't shy in bed, she would coress ond pokehis muscles. Sometimes, she would even proise him for keeping so fit.

In those doys, when he wos in o good mood, he would osk Chelseo if she liked it.

Then, Chelseo would smile ond nod quickly like o giddy little girl. She would hold onto his strongshoulders firmly ond follow his rhythm.

In thot moment, Edmund felt like he wos reliving his post intimote moments with Chelseo. He felt hotond wos turned on oll of o sudden.

He gulped to wet his throot ond soid in o hoorse voice, "I hoven't showered yet. I hope you con woit. Iwon't be long."

To be honest, he hod olreody showered. But he desperotely needed to toke o cold shower if he didn'twont his body to betroy him.

Chelsea moved away from him and replied, "No problem. I'm not in a haste."

She still had a lot of time before she had to meet Roy at the hospital. So she didn't mind waiting forEdmund to take a bath.

After a long look at her, he turned and went to have that much needed shower.

As soon as he left, Chelsea let out a breath of relief and then went through her phone, desperatelytrying to replace something that was going to distract her from the inappropriate thoughts she had of herand Edmund together.

About ten minutes later, Edmund walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom to get dressed.

"Chelsea, can you come in?" Chelsea heard Edmund say after a while.

"What's wrong?" Chelsea frowned. She definitely didn't want to go in there.

He was in his bedroom, and she could bet that he wasn't properly dressed yet.

"I need you to help me choose a tie," he answered as though it was most normal of things.

It made Chelsea think of the days when they just got married. She used to help organize his clothes,but he never appreciated it and even mocked her taste. Why was he asking for her help now? "I havehorrible taste, remember?"

"Anything you choose will be perfect!"

Chelsea shook her head, sighed. It was too late for him to say those words now.

If only he used to say such before, then maybe, just maybe, she would have enjoyed hearing thosewords now.

But after being hurt and neglected by Edmund before, whenever they met now, she couldn't seem to

think any other thing apart from how he treated her before.

"Mr. Nelson, every time I did that for you, you were never pleased. In fact, you hated it. Have youforgotten?"

Edmund fell silent after that.

The silence dragged on until he came out of the bedroom neatly dressed with his tie on.

The pure black suit he had on gave him a very imposing aura. Chelsea immediately looked awaybefore those images flooded her mind again.

Seeing her look away, Edmund misunderstood and came to stand in front of her. "I just didn'tunderstand your kindness before..."

"Just tell me how you're going to deal with the hot search. That's why I came here!" Chelsea interruptedhim, not wanting to hear whatever he had to say.

Edmund sighed dejectedly. He had come out of the room with plans to make things better, but now, hedidn't know how to do it.