From the background of Roy's book, Chelsea had him all figured out. She could tell that he was a man who valued human feelings. Although he didn't end up with his first love, he didn't let his heartbreak affect his subsequent relationship. He treated his wife like a queen and lived a happy life with her.

Perhaps this was the right attitude to love. People needed to let go and move on if a relationship didn't work out.

Chelsea learned something from Roy's experience; it was best to let bygones be bygones.

Night came and she was still writing at her desk. At about nine o'clock, she heard the door of the next room creak open. She muttered confusedly, "Is Edmund back already? The time is just nine o'clock. Why did he return so early? Did something happen?"

Waving her worry aside, Chelsea went on with her writing. She reasoned that there would be nothing wrong with Edmund since he had been back.

All of a sudden, someone started banging on the door of her suite.

She hurriedly went to the door only to see Edmund through the peephole.

In confusion, she opened the door. Edmund fell on her immediately. Chelsea staggered as she painstakingly held his heavy body.

"I want some water," Edmund murmured drunkenly, still leaning against her.

As Chelsea tried to push him away, she asked breathlessly, "Isn't there water in your room? Why didn't you drink from there?"

"I want warm water. Give it to me." Edmund fell towards her again after mumbling.

"For Pete's sake!" Chelsea was unhappy. However, she had no choice but to bring him to sit down on the sofa.

Once she plopped him on the sofa, she stretched her aching back and struggled to catch her breath.

Staring daggers at him, she yelled furiously, "Edmund, what's wrong with you? Have you forgotten that you have stomach problems? Why the hell did you get wasted again?"


Edmund's eyes peeled open. "I honestly didn't want to drink. But I found myself downing alcohol because I'm sad."

Chelsea sighed helplessly and went to get him some warm water.

She was about to leave after feeding it to him. But he grabbed her hand.

"Chelsea, I regret it. I regret divorcing you."

Chelsea looked down at the drunken man without uttering a word. She tried to yank off her hand, but his grip tightened.

"I also regret accepting the fact that you are now dating Luka," he added with a sad expression.

The next second, he gritted his teeth and uttered viciously, "I should have kidnapped you and forcefully gotten married to you again."

Chelsea was speechless.

She was about to explode with anger.

He treated her like shit while they were married. And now, he was angry that she moved on. How dare he say that he should have kidnapped her instead of letting her date someone else?

Chelsea scoffed, her face turning red. She forcefully pulled out her hand and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, Edmund lunged forward and hit his head on the small table in front of the sofa.

Chelsea quickly squatted and tried to help him up.

"Edmund? Are you okay?"

Her eyes fell on a new red mark on his forehead.

"Leave me alone! I can sit up myself!" Edmund drunkenly got rid of her grip and pulled himself up.

Guilt overwhelmed Chelsea at this moment. After biting her lower lip, she apologized to him. "I'm sorry, Edmund. I didn't think you would lose your balance."

A thought crossed her mind all of a sudden. It was possible that he fell on purpose to trick her. But she soon waved the thought aside.

Without uttering a word, Edmund snorted and lay on the sofa.

Chelsea let out an exasperated sigh. Tapping him, she said, "Since you have already drunk warm water, you should go to your room to sleep."

Edmund lay prone without moving a muscle. Chelsea bent down to pull him up. But when she saw the red mark on his forehead, she was overwhelmed by guilt again.

She went to the bathroom and came back holding a towel that was wet with cold water. Afterward, she pressed the swollen spot on his forehead gently.

She repeated this three times.

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