Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chelsea badly wished that Edmund wouldn't invest in her next play.

She wondered why he had suddenly changed. Didn't he hate her so much? Enemies were supposed to stay away from each other, not see each other every day!

Luka sensed the awkwardness between the two. When he saw that Chelsea was lowering her head, he turned to look at Edmund on the screen and said, "Mr. Nelson, we won't disturb you with the project affairs since you are not feeling well. Please get well soon."

"Okay. But that can only be possible if someone doesn't piss me off again. That person had better take note," Edmund replied, emphasizing the last sentence.

Chelsea didn't need anyone to tell her that the person he was talking about was none other than her. It was crystal clear that he was blaming her for saying those hurtful words to him that night.

"What an annoying man!" she inaudibly said to herself. As far as she was concerned, he constantly had a stomach upset. How could he blame her for the relapse?

After the meeting ended, Chelsea and Zuri walked out together and waited in the corridor.

Once Fay came out, Zuri walked up to her and uttered with a friendly smile, "Miss Sampson, let's have dinner together tonight. It's my treat."

Fay had supported the motion for Zuri to play the role of the prince's wife in the play. The final decision turned out in favor of Zuri, so she wanted to thank her for it.

This sudden invitation and friendliness took Fay by surprise. She didn't expect it because she and Zuri had never come into contact with each other until this play.

"Ermm... I'll check my schedule and get back to you," Fay replied.

Although it seemed that Zuri meant no harm, Fay still wanted to ask Edmund for permission. Her instincts told her that Chelsea would be invited too since she was Zuri's friend. That was where the problem was. As Edmund's special assistant, she didn't want to do anything that would make him question her loyalty to him. After all, he wasn't cool with his ex-wife.

"Okay, I'll wait for your call." Zuri waved at Fay. She then left arm in arm with Chelsea.

Chelsea, who had watched the scene, asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly invite Fay to dinner?"

"Isn't it obvious? You witnessed the way she supported that the role of the prince's wife be given to me, didn't you? This is my way of thanking her. More so, she seems cool and nice. I want to make friends with her."

A trace of suspicion flashed in Chelsea's eyes. She felt that her friend was up to something. "Yeah, I agree that Fay is a nice person. But are you sure you don't have other intentions?"

Zuri rolled her eyes and shook her head in frustration. "Girl, I can't get anything past you, can I? I actually have other intentions. Fay is Edmund's confidant at work. I'm sure he sometimes talks about you to her, so I want to let her know that you are living your best life. She will surely tell her boss. And he'll be livid. Ha-ha-ha!"

"Sorry to burst your bubbles, Zuri. Edmund won't care at all," Chelsea said, shaking her head at her friend's way of thinking.

Edmund had never cared about her. What made Zuri think that he would start now?

Chelsea felt that Edmund would be indifferent if she was living a good life. But he would be happy if her life was bad.

After all, he had clearly said that she couldn't survive without him before they got divorced. Perhaps that was what he was praying for now.

"You have no idea, my dear friend. There's something that can't be expressed with words, so some people hide it underneath anger or indifference." Zuri waved her index finger, smiling with an all-knowing expression.

She felt that Edmund had a crush on Chelsea now.

As soon as Fay left Peak Entertainment, she called Edmund and told him that Zuri invited her to dinner.