Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Edmund felt thirsty when he figured out the contents of their conversation.

It was a long time ago when he and Chelsea had sex.

Honestly speaking, Edmund had been Living like a monk over the past two years. He had no sex life the first year after the divorce. After Chelsea came back, they hooked up a few times, which was close to none.

After hanging up Frances’s phone, Edmund casually turned off the bedroom light, then walked to the bathroom, lazily leaned against the wall next to the bathroom, and waited.

She had always been shy, and turning off the Lights would make her much more relaxed.

Chelsea spent a long time in the bathroom. She took a shower, dried her hair, and then did her skincare. Edmund waited patiently outside.

Edmund felt like a hungry wolf waiting for his delicious prey. Of course, he had to wait until she was clean and sweet-smelling. It would be more delicious, no?

as she stepped out of the bathroom without hiding his

out if the treatment works.” As he spoke, he threw her

Edmund would call Frances. She instantly felt awkward. Soon she found an excuse, “But we need

tomorrow, I can carry you. We won’t miss the plane,”

blunt reply. But

Edmund had done to her last

to be gentle last night, yet he didn’t give a damn about it. So why would she care about his feelings

were going to test the effect of the treatment,

of excuses anyway.

came out from the dressing room, Chelsea was still

Chelsea angrier. She said, “I’m going to Grafstin with you.