Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

It didn't bother Chelsea at all that Edmund had left the restaurant looking so cold. On the contrary, she was happy. It seemed like
a thick cloud that had been hovering over the restaurant was cleared after his departure.
"Mr. Nelson's temper is really..." Luka didn't complete his statement. He shook his head and sighed.
"Money spoiled him," Chelsea commented impolitely.
Luka laughed heartily. "You have got a point there, Chelsea!"
Edmund was an arrogant man.
However, Chelsea didn't blame him for that. She believed that he was like that because he had made giant strides in the
business world within a short time.
The only issue she had with him was that he allowed his arrogance to interfere in his love life. She felt that he wouldn't find true
love if he continued to be arrogant.
Nevertheless, it was not her place to give him any advice.
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In the evening, Ethan was seated at the dining table. He was about to have his dinner when the sound of a car engine came
from outside.
The butler peeped through the curtains and said, "It seems to be Edmund."
"Humph! This is not like him at all. I expected him to be here later." Ethan snorted and shook his head.
With a smile, the butler remarked, "Your plan is working, sir."
Ethan flashed a smug smile. After putting on a relaxed expression, he picked a set of cutlery and began to eat as he waited for

his grandson to come in.
Shortly after, Edmund walked in. He washed his hands and sat down opposite his grandfather.
"What's the occasion, Edmund? It's not the weekend yet. Don't you have your hands full with the company's affairs? Why are
you here today?" Ethan asked, munching on a slice of lettuce.
The mocking undertone in his words didn't go unnoticed by Edmund. Not wanting to give his grandfather the satisfaction of
seeing him annoyed, he said calmly, "Grandpa, I haven't seen you for a long time. I was free today, so I decided to pay you a
visit."
Ethan slowly took a sip of tomato soup and said, "Oh, I see. I didn't think you would remember that you have a grandfather.
Anyway, why didn't you use your spare time to go on a date with your beloved Diane? Why come here?"
Before Edmund could think of a perfect answer, Ethan dropped his spoon and said angrily, "By the way, I heard that Diane did
something bad to Chelsea. You had better warn her to stay away from Chelsea. I only let things slide for your sake. If such a
thing happens again, I'll give her a piece of my mind. Or better still, hire someone to teach her a good lesson!"
Edmund's jaw dropped. He stared at his furious grandfather in shock.
How did he find out about what happened?
Did he hire someone to spy on him?
Ethan got short with him. "Why are you staring at me like that? The fact that Diane had the guts to do that only means one thing:
You have failed as a man. Since she's your woman, you should caution her against behaving unruly to others."
"Who said she's my woman?" Edmund grumbled, lowering his eyes.
This took Ethan by surprise. "Isn't she your woman? I thought you were head over heels in love with her. Besides, haven't you
slept with her?"

Edmund shoved a spoonful of rice into his mouth to avoid answering these questions.
"Tsk, tsk!" Ethan shook his head and continued, "It seems you are a big failure. You have been dating such a beautiful woman for
a while but you have never slept with her. How come? Is your tool not working?"
Ethan emphasized the word, tool as he pointed toward his grandson. His question rolled off his lips like it was nothing.
The butler coughed slightly, signaling Ethan to mind the way he was speaking to Edmund. Why did he question about his
grandson's sexual prowess?
Did he want him to take offense? Didn't he know that Edmund might get angry and refuse to give him great-grandchildren?
Realizing that he had gone too far, Ethan retraced his steps. "Well, I don't think anything is wrong with him down there. He
comes from a lineage of men who are stallions in bed, so his tool must be working fine. I guess he doesn't have any interest in
Diane because he still hasn't gotten over Chelsea.
Well, it's such a shame that he can't get her back no matter how much he likes her."
Ethan talked a mile a minute. His tone was dripping with sarcasm.
None of the things he said annoyed Edmund at all.
He continued to eat elegantly as if his grandfather wasn't speaking about his private life in his presence. When Ethan finally kept
quiet, Edmund said, "Grandpa, I have an idea."
"What idea? Spill!" Ethan looked at him earnestly.
Gesticulating with his free hand, Edmund uttered, "What's the point of idling away in this huge mansion when you can actually
start a talk show? I'm sure a lot of people would love to listen to you talk. You should have a go at it."