Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Edmund raised his hand and rubbed her hair, “Although it’s only your early idea, every plot can stand up to logic, which proves that you have a lot of experience and talents in creating stories.”

“You can impress a very demanding investor like me just by just talking about it. If you polish it up later, it will definitely be more brilliant.”

Hearing that, Chelsea felt his praises got to her head. Then she just stared blankly at him, feeling speechless.

Edmund sighed. His face was full of guilt, “Chelsea, I’m sorry for holding you up for those three years. I had made you waste those three years, or otherwise, you would’ve been a famous screenwriter long ago.”

In those three years, he didn’t pay attention to her or cared about her. He only regarded her as a housewife who was vainglorious and coveted wealth. He didn’t know that she was full of talents. Now he was amazed by her again and again.

Edmund was sincerely apologetic. But if he cared more about her at that time, he would have known that she was working as a part-time screenwriter.

Whenever he gave her a little help at that time, her talent would be discovered as soon as possible.

that time, I just graduated and didn’t know anything. If I hadn’t practiced under Eugene for the past three

first, I could only write outlines for others as assistants. Then I could

for his past mistakes, he decided to invest in every drama she wrote in the future. He wanted to support her and help her become the most dazzling star in the

commitment, he was suddenly

invest in this drama,” Chelsea explained with some embarrassment. “Once you invest, everyone will know that you’re doing it for me. That’s not what I

did he just get rejected by

if they obviously think it’s a bad script, they will try to please you guys and then shoot it. I feel

to be anonymous when I give those various investors this script, and then let them read the script first

still like my script and invest in this script, I

was full of confidence and determination. What else could

mind. He could only