Mr. Nelsonn Winning His Ex-wife’s Heart

Chelsea responded politely, “She’s fine.”

“No, I just want to ask… If you can give me her number?” Chris was a little embarrassed.

Ever since Zora Sugden left the hospital, she changed her number and blocked Chris on every social media platform

“I have to ask her first.” Chelsea didn’t mince the words.

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Compared to Chris, Chelsea naturally valued Zora Sugden more. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

If Zora Sugden didn’t want to give Chris her number, Chelsea definitely wouldn’t do it for her.

Chris’s expression stiffened. Then, he nodded. “Okay.”

Then, Chelsea called Zora Sugden and told her about Chris’s wish while

Chris stood next to her waiting for an answer anxiously.

After Chelsea hung up the phone, she smiled apologetically at Chris.

“Sorry. She said no.”

Hearing that, Chris froze in disbelief, Looking hurt.

He couldn’t believe that Zora Sugden could be so heartless. Before she left, Chelsea told him, “If you want her contact information, you don’t necessarily have to ask me.”

In this digital era, everything can be found on the Internet.

Chris pursed his Lips. Chelsea continued, “Chris, you need to sort out your feelings toward Zora Sugden.

If she’s nothing to you, then don’t bug her no more.

If you love her, don’t ever let her go.”

With that, she Left with Edmund.

Chris clenched his fists expressionlessly

“Yeah. I should have figured that out a long time ago.” He thought.

Walking out of the hospital, Chelsea asked Edmund to drive her to Roy’s. Chelsea didn’t want to be left alone at home while Edmund was away at work. Thus, she thought she might as well just go to Roy’s place to discuss about the details of the romance comedy she was planning on writing.

Roy was not only her father, but also her like-minded friend and benignant mentor. He had help her a lot on improving her screenwriting skills.

Now, Roy was still mourning Losing Kelli. Chelsea had to be there for him.

When Roy opened the door, he was in an apron asked in astonishment, “Dad, what are you doing?”

Seeing that, Chelsea