Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chapter 201

Luka didn't believe it. "Really?"

"Yes," said Chelsea in a faking serious tone.

She quickly changed the topic to avoid any more questions. "How is your mom now? Is she okay?"

Luka sighed helplessly, "You just left for one day. She's crying that she misses you already. I don't think she even sees me anymore. She only cares about you."

Chelsea couldn't help laughing as he complained.

Sitting beside the bed silently, Edmund watched Chelsea talk to Luka on the phone. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Seeing her smile because of something Luka said, he felt as if a thousand arrows had pierced his heart and left him bleeding.

When the call ended, Chelsea noticed the look in Edmund's eyes that were as sharp as blades, staring right at her face.

She looked away and got off the bed before he sucked her into those dark pools of his. After standing, she asked Edmund, "I feel fine now. Can I leave?"

"Sure." As soon as Edmund opened his mouth, his voice came out extremely hoarse from the anger he was holding back.

Passing by him, Chelsea said, "I already transferred the money for the clothes to Fay."

Her tone was cold and indifferent as if she wanted to emphasize the boundary between them. As she was duty bound to return to him the money for a mere shirt.

Chelsea then walked out, and Edmund followed her.

Since she had to go to the police station to record her statement, Chelsea had no other choice but to get a ride from Edmund again. Yusuf and Fay had already left, so she couldn't use them as an excuse.

Fay had sent a message to Chelsea that said, "Chelsea, Mr. Collins and I have something urgent to deal with at work. We have to leave first but I'll see you in the evening."

The truth was they had only left to give Edmund and Chelsea some time alone. Otherwise, Chelsea would have definitely insisted on taking Fay's car back.

At the same time, Fay and Yusuf had just left the hospital.

With suggestive eyes, Yusuf looked Fay up and down and smiled. "Fay, I haven't seen you for a while. Why do you seem to get more beautiful?"

Fay was not as silent as she usually was when he teased her. She turned to him and said lightly, "Mr. Collins, aren't you going to get engaged soon? It won't be pretty if your fiancée found out you are flirting with another woman, you know?"

Shortly after she said that, Yusuf shouted angrily, "Who the hell said I was going to get engaged?"

Fay looked out the window again and said in a soft voice, "Everyone is talking about it online, aren't they?"

A few days before, the news that he had been to dinner with some upper-class lady had been on the top search list.

Frustrated, Yusuf said in a huff, "You've been working for Edmund for so many years. Didn't you see how the gossip about him and Diane blew up? Was any of it true?"

Fay was slightly surprised by that, she turned to look at him. Yusuf continued, "It's just an arrangement made by my family. I never agreed to it."

His words and the sad tone he used made the bitterness in Fay's chest fade away.

She whispered, "I'm sorry."

But just as she began to hope, she heard his careless voice again. "I won't marry anyone. How can I just throw away my life and marry for the interests of my family? What's so good about getting married anyway? I don't see why I have to give up my freedom just because of a woman."

The flicker of hopeful joy in Fay's heart was quickly extinguished by his words.

She lowered her eyes to hide the disappointment in them. Yes, she knew that Yusuf had always been unruly and reckless with his affections. How would he love someone enough to marry them?

"Fay, what do you think of those who want to get married?" Yusuf asked cautiously. His earlier

arrogance was gone.

Fay took a deep breath and then looked up at him with a smile. "Maybe they are too devoted that they only want to be with one person. They just want to be with the one they love for the rest of their lives."

After she was done talking, Yusuf squinted his eyes at her and said, "Fay, are you scolding me? You mean that I'm a playboy."

The smile on Fay's face deepened, "No, that's not it. Everyone has their own choice."

Fay didn't want to continue discussing it with him anymore, so she turned to look out the window.

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Chelsea had spent almost half that day recording her statement at the police station. By the time she was done, the sun was already high up in the sky.

Edmund then suggested, "Let's have lunch first and then go back."

Chelsea refused, "It's okay, I'm not hungry. You can go and have lunch. I'll just take a taxi home."

How could Edmund let her go back by taxi in such a state? He grabbed her wrist a little forcefully and led her into his car.

"Let's go. No need for lunch then." After getting into the driver's seat, Edmund drove away immediately, scared that Chelsea would insist on getting out of the car.

Chelsea really didn't want to go with him, but she was both physically and mentally exhausted. She didn't want to argue anymore, so she just compromised with him.

As soon as the car started moving, Chelsea closed her eyes and leaned against the seat, she remained like that the whole way.

She had missed Roy's book signing and his lecture on scriptwriting that had been held that day. Chelsea almost couldn't stomach the regret in her heart. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Roy always kept a low profile. Except for the few signing events, only a few people could find him. It was not easy to see him let alone talk to him.

Edmund didn't know what to say to her either. So both of them were silent on the way back.

After Edmund took Chelsea to the lobby of her building, she thanked him coldly and left him there without looking back. It was all Edmund could do to not to stop her from leaving. He went back to his car and drove away.

He had really wanted to be kind to her, but obviously she didn't need it neither did she want it.

After getting home, Chelsea locked herself in her bedroom and burst into tears.

She didn't know how long she had cried for when she heard the doorbell.

She rushed to the bathroom to splash some water on her puffed up face before she went and opened the door. Edmund stood outside with a lunch box in his hands.