Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chapter 230

Chelsea bowed her head to Arya and murmured to it. Even though the kitten was unfamiliar with this setting, it did not exhibit excessive nervousness and unease.

Edmund turned his gaze to Chelsea, who was squatting on the ground. Chelsea was extremely soft at this point. The thought crossed his mind, "If we had a kid, would we still be splitting up?"

Chelsea must be kind and patient with their child.

Regrettably...

What was Edmund's state of mind at the time? Why did he imply Chelsea did not deserve to be a parent of his children? Now Edmund desired to have a child with Chelsea, but Chelsea would refuse.

Stopping thinking, Edmund replied again, "I have cat food, cat sand, and other cat supplies in my vehicle. I'll go fetch them."

Chelsea gave a small nod. "All right, thank you."

Edmund intended to speak but refrained after a second thought. He then walked downstairs to retrieve the items.

He hadn't eaten lunch yet because he'd been occupied for so long. He desired Chelsea's cooking. He was uncertain whether Chelsea would grant his request.

Edmund descended the stairs twice before he moved all the items he had acquired from the pet store to Chelsea's home.

He prepared so many items because he feared Chelsea would be in a rush after receiving the cat as a present.

Chelsea proceeded to unpack with only the two cats in mind. She was totally oblivious to Edmund's existence.

Edmund was too hungry to sit in silence for a long time, so he said, "I haven't had lunch yet."

Chelsea, who was squatting on the ground and busy establishing relationships with the two cats, asked Edmund, "Didn't you eat supper with your father?"

Edmund said crossly, "No, I left after sending him home. I harbor no sentiments for him. We are not required to eat lunch together."

Chelsea was aware that Edmund and Jaime had a strained relationship, but she remained silent. In any case, it was now their concern, and she had nothing to do with it.

She politely recommended, "I've already eaten lunch, and there's nothing to eat at my home. Why don't you eat out?"

Clearly, Edmund was dissatisfied with Chelsea's response, so he immediately entered the kitchen. He took a bag of noodles from the refrigerator.

He took the noodles and inquired Chelsea, "Are there no noodles?"

Chelsea appeared somewhat helpless. "Can you get full by eating only noodles?"

Indifferently, Edmund responded, "Yes."

Chelsea was at a loss for words after hearing what Edmund said. She rose up, cleaned her hands, and then proceeded to the kitchen to make noodles.

In any case, Edmund had just given her a kitten that she adored. She was willing to prepare pasta for him. After preparing the noodles, Chelsea thought for a bit and took the beef she had previously prepared from the fridge.

Today was the day that Edmund could finally taste Chelsea's noodles, which he had been craving for a long time.

Edmund, gazing at the beef in front of him, inquired indifferently, "Aren't you allergic to beef? Why do you have some in your home?"

In reality, Edmund asked this question because he anticipated a compliment from Chelsea, such as "the beef has been cooked for you".

"I don't eat, but someone enjoys it."

Given that Zuri liked beef, Chelsea always had some in her fridge.

As soon as Chelsea completed her sentence, Edmund's immediate thought was that the food was cooked by Chelsea for Luka, causing him to have an unpleasant taste.

Chelsea felt only confusion upon observing Edmund's face abruptly darken. What mistake did she make?

Chelsea stepped up and stated, "If you don't eat, I'll clean up," after observing that Edmund had not moved the tableware for an extended period of time.

Edmund instantly resumed eating after realizing Chelsea was going to clean it up.

However, after a few bites, Edmund whispered, "I thought you cooked the beef for Luka."

Chelsea was without words.

It transpired that Edmund was upset as a result of this.

Edmund asked, "Do you cook for Luka frequently?"

Edmund felt dreadful at the notion that Luka might possibly enjoy the same treatment he had previously had.

Recently, he grew increasingly restless, and the urge to monopolize Chelsea grew greater in his heart.

"No," Chelsea replied. Edmund exhaled deeply in relief.

Chelsea said the very next second, "It was actually him who cooked for me."

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He would not have posed this question if he had anticipated receiving this response.

Edmund was made more frantic by the fact that Luka cooked for Chelsea. Because it appeared he was not as good as Luka.