Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

A weighty cloud of tension hovered above the four of them. Luka could see the sparks of fury that were flying out of Edmund's
eyes. Although he was also angry at Gerry for behaving that way, he felt like it was inappropriate for them to get into a fight then
and there.
Thus, he stepped in before things could get out of hand. "Hey, why don't we have our seats since we are all here?"
Luka motioned them to the table. He intentionally made Chelsea sit next to Fay so she could be out of Gerry's reach.
Everyone made merry as the banquet was in full swing. Chelsea was the only one who just ate her food in silence.
Her mood had been dampened by what just happened. Gerry was one of the few people she looked up to in the industry. She
had wanted to ask him a few questions since he was the director. It was important that she obtained his view concerning the
scenes in the script to know if they could be acted during shooting.
But now that Chelsea saw that he was a pervert, she didn't want to discuss it with him anymore.
She pondered worriedly on how she would be able to work with such a man in the future.
Chelsea fixed her gaze on her plate. The others occasionally spun the round turntable and ate a variety of dishes. Suddenly, she
realized that anytime the beef and mutton dishes stopped in front of her, someone always turned the table immediately.
She swiftly looked up only to find Edmund spinning the turntable with his slender fingers.
Edmund met her surprised gaze when he raised his eyes. She bit her lower lip and lowered her head again.
It was surprising to see that Edmund had taken note of what she said to the waiter the night he sent a platter of steak to her.
The dinner continued without anyone saying anything to Chelsea for a long time. But Gerry suddenly took the initiative to speak
to her. He drunkenly raised a glass of wine and said, "Chelsea, you were absent from the meeting the last time. Although you
have your reasons for not showing up, I can't cut you some slack just like that. You need to drink a full glass of wine as
punishment."

In a similar fashion, Edmund and Luka shot Gerry cold glares. The ice in their expressions could have frozen lava.
Gerry quaked in his boots when he saw this. He grunted awkwardly and was about to put away the glass. However, Chelsea
suddenly stood up and said, "Okay, let me have it."
Everyone looked up at her with surprised expressions.
"Once again, I'm sorry for not showing up that day. It's an honor to work with you all. I'll gladly serve my punishment. Please
forgive me." Chelsea scanned through their faces as she spoke gracefully.
The next second, she gulped down the content of the glass she collected from Gerry. She sighed and sat back down as if
nothing had happened.
A sea of eyes was fixed on her at this time. Everyone at the table had stopped eating and drinking at this time. It came as a
shocker to them that Chelsea could drink. After all, she looked so gentle and docile.
Now that she drank up a full glass of wine without stopping, they reasoned that she was cool and impressive.
Edmund didn't feel the same way as the others. His face darkened as he watched her.
When did Chelsea start drinking? Didn't she hate alcohol?
Never had he witnessed her taking as little as a sip of alcohol during their marriage. He had seen her turn down alcoholic drinks
at his family parties. Why didn't she do the same now?
Didn't she know how men like Gerry were? They would force her to drink more since they found out that she could drink well!
Why did she behave so carelessly?
Catching the look on Edmund's face, Chelsea knew exactly what he was thinking. But how could she have turned down Gerry's
drink in front of all these people?

It was common for newcomers to be people pleasers in the workplace. If she went against any of her senior colleagues, she
would be labeled as proud and they might give her a hard time.
Luka might have stepped in if she didn't take it, but was he going to be by her side every time? What was she going to do if such
a situation arose in the future?
Chelsea didn't want to be a burden to anyone. She reckoned that it was better to get the punishment out of the way so Gerry
wouldn't pester her about it again.
Besides, she wasn't scared of drinking.
One would think that she wasn't good at drinking. But she was actually a good drinker.
She had been friends with Zuri since senior high school. They had started drinking from that time. Over the years, her tolerance
for alcohol increased. A mere glass of wine couldn't get her drunk.
If Gerry and his cohorts made her drink with them tonight, she would surely show them that they had nothing on her when it
came to drinking.