Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

"Only a virtuous, kind and dependable woman can be the next Mrs. Nelson. I will never settle for less!" After saying these words,
Edmund left without a backward glance. His statement hung in the air even after he walked out. It was obvious that he was trying
to say that Diane wasn't qualified to be his wife.
"Come back here, Edmund! How can you say that to me? Don't walk out on me!" Diane cried hysterically, but her shout fell on
deaf ears.
Edmund's mind was filled with thoughts about Chelsea. In his books, she was the perfect example of a dutiful wife.
During the time they were married, Chelsea never did anything to taint the Nelson family's image, nor discredit them.
She stayed out of the public eye and never got into trouble with any outsider. Her calm attitude was one of the reasons why he
had little or no worries.
Chelsea was busy managing the home, so Edmund was able to concentrate on work. In the space of three years, he took
Nelson Group to great heights he never imagined while he was a bachelor.
Edmund, like some men, didn't realize the value of his devoted wife until she was gone. He thought she would never leave him.
Thus, he remained rude to her whilst enjoying her steadfast love and care.
It wasn't until recently that he realized that he had been bad to Chelsea. No good woman deserved to be treated the way he
treated her.
Regret plagued his heart. It dawned on him that he shouldn't have emotionally abused her even though he didn't love her.
The constant emotional torture was why she left him.
Edmund's head was full. He decided to go to Yusuf's bar to drink with him. But his friend refused to serve him any alcohol.
"Dude, I won't let you drink under my watch. You need to stay away from alcohol. Besides, didn't you just get discharged from
the hospital?" Yusuf spoke seriously and handed him a glass of water.

"That reminds me. Chris said that you weren't fully recovered yet, but you insisted on leaving the hospital. Why did you do that?
Anyway, I thought of offering you some juice. But I guess water is the best for you now."
Edmund didn't utter a word. He took a sip from the water, staring blankly into space. Chelsea was still on his mind.
The tastelessness of the water made him think of her even more.
She was just like water—good for his health even though she wasn't his first choice.
At the thought of this, Edmund gulped down the glass of water. He then stretched out the glass to Yusuf and ordered, "Come on,
pour me another glass!"
"Huh?" Yusuf was taken aback by this command. "Well, who would have thought that you would drink it all up so soon?"
Yusuf grumbled, but he did as he was told.
He reasoned that it was good that Edmund was drinking water instead of alcohol. At least, he didn't have to worry about his
friend landing in the hospital again.
Yusuf sat opposite Edmund. Shaking the glass of wine in his hand, he said, "I heard about what your superstar Diane did today."
Edmund's face darkened as soon as he heard that statement.
Ignoring the frown on his friend's face, Yusuf continued, "If you ask me, she didn't overreact. It's normal for her to get jealous
since you have been pestering Chelsea recently. I would have done worse if I were in her shoes."
"What the fuck are you talking about? I never pestered Chelsea!" Edmund's eyes blazed with fury.
Raising his free hand, Yusuf uttered, "Calm down, man. I didn't mean it that way. Anyway, you are the only one that can tell if you
pestered her or not."

Edmund rolled his eyes at him and continued to drink water.
Silence filled the lounge before Yusuf finally broke it. "It might interest you to know that there's an opportunity for you to prove
that you haven't been pestering Chelsea."
"What opportunity?" Edmund asked, feeling depressed.
After taking a sip of wine, Yusuf answered, "Well, your grandfather asked me to reserve a VIP private dining room at one of my
restaurants for him tomorrow noon. He's setting Chelsea up on a blind date with a guy."
Yusuf had a chain of businesses in the hospitality industry. It included a few high-end restaurants. So, it wasn't very surprising
that Ethan asked him for help.
"What!" Edmund spat out a mouthful of water after hearing that statement. He set down the glass and wiped his mouth with the
back of his hand.
What was wrong with his grandfather? Was he being serious about matchmaking Chelsea with someone else?