Mr. Nelsonn Winning His Ex-wife’s Heart

Chapter: 29

“What are you doing? Do you want to kiss your ex-wife forcefully?” These mocking words jolted Edmund back to reality.

In embarrassment, he cleared his throat and maintained his composure. He then opened the door and pushed her into the front passenger seat. “Get in!”

Edmund locked the door with the keyless remote once he pushed her in. After trying to open the door fruitlessly, Chelsea had no choice but to fasten the seat belt and look out of the window.

Could Edmund ever change? He was still so domineering and never considered her feelings.

“Put it against the scald. It will help relieve the pain a little,” Edmund said, handing her a bottle of iced water from the car refrigerator.

“Thank you,” Chelsea said, collecting it. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Edmund started the car and drove away. A dead silence was between the two of them. The only sound that could be heard was the soft humming of the car engine.

When Edmund stopped at a traffic light, he turned to look at Chelsea only to find her staring at her red and swollen arm with a frown.

“Does it hurt?” he blurted out without thinking twice.

Edmund pursed his lips, surprised at himself. Why did he ask that question? When did he become so concerned about her?

The next second, he made up an excuse for his action. Sonya was responsible for Chelsea’s wound, so it was only reasonable that he showed concern.

The frown on Chelsea’s face deepened due to his concern. She replied coldly, “Not quite.”

Physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional torture Chelsea had suffered in his hands.

The only reason why she stared blankly at her arm just now was that she didn’t want to look at Edmund. She regretted not struggling with all her strength when he had pushed her into the car. At least, they wouldn’t be within the same airspace now.

Chelsea’s simple answer brought an end to the conversation. The tension in the car was squeezing at Edmund’s Lungs. Thankfully, the traffic light turned green and he was able to let off steam by driving.

A few minutes passed before he asked again, “Do you know Mr. Lewis?”

As one of the major investors in the film industry, Edmund knew that Eugene was a famous scriptwriter.

He was surprised to see that Chelsea had a close relationship with him. He didn’t even think that she would know such a person. His curiosity got the best of him, so he wanted to know what they had in common.

“Yes,” Chelsea replied reluctantly.

Her one-word answers were a way of telling him that she didn’t want to have a conversation with him.

In her mind, she prayed that he would take the hint and shut up. But he didn’t. He further inquired, “How did you two get to know each ona,

Chelsea didn’t utter a word. She just gritted her teeth with irritation.

Since they had bumped into each other at Peak Entertainment, it would have been easy for Edmund to find out about her career by making a little inquiry.

But he couldn’t do that because he was arrogant and ruthless. After all, who in his or her right mind would be willing to disclose Chelsea’s job without smelling something fishy?