Mr. Nelsonn Winning His Ex-wife’s Heart

Capítulo 225

Fay figured that if Luka didn’t come back in the next few days, Edmund could go to see Chelsea, using food as an excuse.

Fay’s words made Edmund smile. Luka had left the place right in time. Otherwise, that guy would have taken the trouble to cook for her! It irked him to watch Luka give all his attention to Chelsea.

Irritated by Luka and his romantic ways, Edmund was almost considering whether to ask Yusuf to find a chef to teach him cooking.

Fay took lunch to visit Chelsea. When Chelsea saw the Logo on the food pack, she was surprised. “Why did you buy such an expensive Lunch?”

Chelsea was aware that Yusuf was the proprietor of this eatery. It was well-known in Vertoak for both the exorbitant cost and the great meals it served.

Smiling, Fay answered, “Mr. Nelson paid for it. He said you only sprained your ankle last night because of him.” “Thank him for me.” Chelsea could only say that in politeness.

After placing the meal on the table, Fay asked, “How’s your foot?”

“It's much better. The swelling subsided after the medicine was sprayed on it.”

“That’s good. If you need any help, let me know.”

“Okay.”

They made small talk as they ate. The Lunch was soon over.

After lunch, Fay got up and said, “I have to get back to work. Do take your rest.”

Chelsea nodded and said, “My foot is okay now. You don’t need to bring me food.”

The implication was that she didn’t want to owe Edmund any more favors. “Okay.” Fay agreed readily

Her presence wasn’t needed again. Her boss would come himself.

After Fay had taken her leave, Chelsea made a cup of coffee and went to work on the script. Soon, it was night. The doorbell rang. Chelsea thought it was Zuri.

However, to her surprise, it was Edmund at the door.

He was holding the same expensive food box as the one Fay brought, staring at her with a blank expression on his face. “You...” Before Chelsea could complete her words, Edmund walked inside the apartment.

“Have you had dinner?” he asked.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“No...” Except for the aroma of the coffee she had drunk, there was no smell of food in the apartment. She couldn't lie. Edmund placed the food on the table and said, “I've brought some food. Let's eat together.”

Chelsea was at a loss for words. She didn’t anticipate Edmund being so cheeky. She should have thanked him for bringing her dinner, but she didn’t feel at ease with him.