Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart 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 before
charging 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't
know 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," he
answered 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 to
contain her anger.



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

Chelsea squeezed the phone so tightly that if it had been plastic, it would have probably folded. Then
she 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 she
wanted was for him to delete the hot search as soon as possible. She didn't want to watch it get out of
control.

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 was
about 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 of
negotiating 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 before
thinking 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 a
matter 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 come
in.

Chelsea sighed and walked into the living room. She turned to look at him with words at the tip of her
tongue, but when she noticed he was only wearing a bathrobe, the words couldn't come out. His collar
was 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 perfect
body 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 simply
couldn't get over how perfect he was.

Chelsea couldn't control her thoughts anymore. As she thought of the intimate moments they had spent
together, her face soon flushed red in embarrassment. When she finally realized herself, she looked
away 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 a
deep 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 with
disappointment.

Chelsea used to be obsessed with his body. When she wasn't shy in bed, she would caress and poke
his 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 strong
shoulders firmly and follow his rhythm.

In that moment, Edmund felt like he was reliving his past intimate moments with Chelsea. He felt hot
and 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. I
won't be long."

To be honest, he had already showered. But he desperately needed to take a cold shower if he didn't
want 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 come
in.

Chelseo sighed ond wolked into the living room. She turned to look ot him with words ot the tip of her
tongue, but when she noticed he wos only weoring o bothrobe, the words couldn't come out. His collor
wos 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 perfect
body 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 simply
couldn't get over how perfect he wos.

Chelseo couldn't control her thoughts onymore. As she thought of the intimote moments they hod spent
together, her foce soon flushed red in emborrossment. When she finolly reolized herself, she looked
owoy 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 o
deep 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 with
disoppointment.

Chelseo used to be obsessed with his body. When she wosn't shy in bed, she would coress ond poke
his 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 strong
shoulders firmly ond follow his rhythm.

In thot moment, Edmund felt like he wos reliving his post intimote moments with Chelseo. He felt hot
ond 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. I
won't be long."

To be honest, he hod olreody showered. But he desperotely needed to toke o cold shower if he didn't
wont 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 for
Edmund 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, desperately
trying to find something that was going to distract her from the inappropriate thoughts she had of her
and 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 have
horrible 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 those
words 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 you
forgotten?"

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 away
before those images flooded her mind again.

Seeing her look away, Edmund misunderstood and came to stand in front of her. "I just didn't
understand your kindness before..."

"Just tell me how you're going to deal with the hot search. That's why I came here!" Chelsea interrupted
him, 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, he
didn't know how to do it.

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