Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

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He didn’t want them to torture Chelsea again.

Edmund had never thought to let Chelsea work in the entertainment business. He didn’t want her to suffer.

The photographer knew that Edmund was warning him. However, he gritted his teeth and invited Chelsea, “Here is the thing. Ms. Williams, your temperament fits our traditional style very much. Please trust my taste. If you agree, the photos will amaze the public

He was an experienced photographer, so he had seen all kinds of faces He also knew Chelsea’s facial outline and temperament were indeed rare. If he couldn’t shoot photos for Chelsea, those pictures would definitely raise a sensation

Chelsea didn’t notice how unhappy Edmund was. She was way too surprised.

She took over the photographer’s business card politely. Then she asked in disbelief, “Are you inviting me to another photo shoot?”

she was good-looking. After all, when she was in college, many boys wrote her love letters and pursued

her tongue. “He’s a famous photographer. Usually, he won’t actively invite others. People will line up to ask him to

hadn’t answered yet, but Edmund said to her coldly while holding her in his arms, “Do you still

didn’t want to shoot the photos initially, as she wasn’t interested in such a matter. She had agreed this

day. Instantly, she said to that photographer apologetically, “I’m so embarrassed. It’s

Williams, I only need one day. It’s enough. I can guarantee you won’t be so exhausted as today. You’re shooting the group

Angela’s Library

Edmund snorted.

has refused. What are you

still wanted to convince Chelsea. Zuri tugged him,

was there, the photographer couldn’t convince Chelsea.

After a few steps, Chelsea couldn’t tolerate the pain in her feet. Hence, Edmund lifted her up and carried her