Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Edmund apologized hastily, "I'm sorry, I wanted to clean the dishes, but my hands were too slippery, so I smashed the cup..."

"Edmund, are you incapable of doing anything properly?" Chelsea scolded furiously and then turned to locate a broom to clean up the mess.

Edmund stood motionless and inhaled deeply to calm himself.

Chelsea was implying there was nothing he couldn't screw up.

Nobody had ever had the courage to say that to him!

Career-wise, the Nelson Group was at least twice as powerful as it had been previously under his leadership, and there was no need to rely on Philip.

It was for this reason that Edmund never took Philip seriously the entire time.

However, in some aspect, he was a failure.

Edmund moaned inwardly as he stared at Chelsea, who reappeared in front of him with a broom. His marriage did not work out.

He used to disregard his woman and they ended up in a divorce.

Because of this, he could only take his own medicine when Chelsea scolded him.

Chelsea placed the shreds in the garbage can.

Edmund held her arm and earnestly assured her, "I'll buy you the most expensive coffee mug in the world if you so choose."

Regardless of the cost, he would purchase it for her.

Chelsea shook off his hand and said, "I purchased this item abroad. Only one existed! It's special!"

Did Edmund truly believe that money could solve all of his problems?

Chelsea reflected on this and said, "The cup is smashed and you can never regain what you've lost. Ignore it."

Chelsea was trying to reassure herself.

But according to Edmund, Chelsea's words were about their marriage, and every word terribly wounded his heart.

He couldn't get her back now that he'd lost her.

"Mr. Nelson, could you kindly go immediately after you've finished your breakfast?" Chelsea was averse to having Edmund hang around.

Edmund still wanted to speak, but after seeing her unpleasant expression, he departed in silence.

When Chelsea heard the door close, she squatted, looked at the garbage can, and moaned softly.

She instantly recalled that Edmund had just said that he was going to clean the dishes.

How could a man who had always lived large now do menial tasks like washing dishes?

He ought not to clean them. It was very destructive.

Chelsea vowed she would never again host Edmund for dinner.

Downstairs.

Edmund reflected in the car before giving Zuri a call.

Except for when she had to wake up early for work, Zuri was always asleep at this hour.

So naturally, her first words after picking up the phone were, "Who is it? Why are you contacting me at such an early hour?"

Edmund calmly said, "I'm Edmund."

"Edmund?" Zuri muttered and abruptly regained consciousness. "You bastard, did you oppress Chelsea once more?"

Edmund became angry.

However, when he thought he had called her for assistance, he repressed his feelings. "I smashed a cup belonging to Chelsea. Do you have photographs of that cup?"

Zuri began gloating, "Edmund, you're done! Chelsea's greatest passion is collecting dinnerware, and she treats each piece as though it were a priceless heirloom. And you truly shattered her cup, didn't you? You're definitely on her blacklist now!"

Edmund's complexion became progressively darker. How could he eat at Chelsea's place again?

"Almost all of her possessions are one-of-a-kind. One like it just does not exist for sale." Zuri politely reminded and provided him with tips, "Even if you acquire the identical one, it won't be the one she previously owned. In the same manner as love, it cannot be restored to its previous state."

She exhaled heavily at the conclusion of her statement, which was like a knife to Edmund's heart.

Edmund clutched his phone hard and said, "Since it won't be the treasured one, I can get a new one and make her like it."