Mr. Nelsonn Winning His Ex-wife’s Heart

Chelsea explained bluntly, “I’ll shoot the photos for the magazine in a few days. Zuri reminded me not to stay up too Late or be too exhausted. Or my status would Look bad on the picture.”

Edmund was wordless.

If he had known it earlier, he would have never let her take photos for the magazine.

He hadn’t expected the magazine photo shooting would stop him from making Love to Chelsea, which he had put much effort into winning

They would be apart for more than half a month. Edmund had planned to make love to Chelsea in those days. Hence, he immediately returned home after work. However. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“This is my first time shooting the photos for a magazine. I must be in my best status. Or, I’ll look ugly on it. The public will criticize me again.” With those words, Chelsea pushed him off her body. She wrapped herself in the quilt and distanced herself from him, afraid he would force her to do something.

Edmund was so angry that he almost had a heart attack. However, Chelsea added, “If you feel tortured as we sleep on the same bed, let’s sleep on different beds then. Will you go to the guest room? Or shall I?”

“You wish!” Edmund finally uttered two words. He was so annoyed that he almost couldn’t find his tongue.

He turned around, held her in his arms again, and squeezed words between his teeth, “Do you remember you’ll go to the Capital for training for more than half a month?”

Chelsea nodded. “Yep.”

Edmund complained, “Shouldn’t we make love as much as possible these days?”

Chelsea bit her bottom lip, staring at him for a long while. Suddenly, she pushed him away and left the master bedroom.

She said, “We should sleep in separate rooms in the following days.” Chelsea could tell Edmund hadn’t given up. For her best status in the magazine photo, she had to leave him alone.

When Edmund understood what she meant and followed her to the guest room, Chelsea had already locked the door from the inside.

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Edmund planted his hands on his hips, circling around the guestroom door to repress his anger and disappointment.

After that, he knocked on the door calmly, “I’m sorry. It’s my bad.” He felt pretty natural when apologizing, so he said those words without hesitation.

There was no response from the guest room. Edmund continued, “I swear Before you shoot the photos, I won’t do anything. We can’t sleep in different rooms.”

“We must. Go back to sleep.” Chelsea didn’t believe what he said.

She was always gentle, but this time she insisted. Edmund glared at the door outside. In the end, he had to return to the master bedroom in anger.

Sure enough, one shouldn’t have been immersed in a cozy environment. Edmund had been used to sleeping with Chelsea on the same bed in the past few days. He couldn’t get used to sleeping alone at all.

In depression, he returned to knock on the door.

“As long as you agree to make it up to me, I promise I won’t do anything in the recent few days.”

Chelsea snorted. “I don’t buy it.”

Edmund said helplessly, “I can do it. Open the door. I can’t fall asleep alone.”

After a while, he heard some sounds behind the door.