Mr. Nelsonn Winning His Ex-wife’s Heart

Capítulo 129

Chelsea knew that Zuri felt sorry for her, but she still comforted her, “Violence doesn’t solve anything, Zuri.”

Zuri suggested, “You can come Live with me for a while. My place has excellent security, and Garry won't be able to barge in unless he gets the ability to walk through walls. Besides, you spend most of your time writing your script at home anyway. If he can’t find you, he will eventually stop Looking.”

“But you're a popular star. It’s not appropriate for me to live with you,” Chelsea said, a little worried.

“Stop talking nonsense. I'll get you a key right away, okay? It’s nice of Fay to let you stay in her place, and | do trust the woman. | just don’t trust her boss. With you there, you’re easily accessible to Edmund, and | won't have that.” Zuri was a woman of action, and she did whatever she wanted.

Chelsea stopped Zuri immediately, “No, don’t get me a key. It will be troublesome if | lose it. It’s okay. I'll just stay here for a few days.” Chelsea didn’t think that Edmund would take advantage of her staying in Fay’s place to get to her

Why would he go out of his way to bother his ex-wife? “Fine. What are you planning to do in the future then?” Zuri asked worriedly. Chelsea answered, “I can’t hide from them forever. | have no choice but to cut ties with them.”

Zuri couldn’t hide her hate of Garry and Hilton. “Those two men are so shameless. They don’t work at all, yet they have the nerve to hurt their family.”

Chelsea said dejectedly, “| agree. Sometimes, | think that if only they’d tried to be helpful and self-motivated, my mother wouldn't have died of disappointment.”

Her mother’s death was a culmination of many years of depression and frustration. And all her unhappiness was caused by her lazy husband and son

Chelsea didn’t expect her mother to end up like she did after being so strong all her Life. After talking with Zuri, Chelsea adjusted her mood and continued to work and concentrate on her script. Men were unreliable, and the only thing that wouldn’t let her down was her career.

So she had decided that she would devote herself to her writing and then build herself a comfortable future with her own hard- earned money.

In the evening, Chelsea cooked prawns with peppers, Wellington steak, and roast turkey with apples. She prepared a grand dinner to express her thanks to Fay.

After setting the table and arranging the dishes on it, Chelsea watched TV in the Living room and waited for Fay to get home.

However, after a while, Fay called her and said apologetically, “Chelsea, | can’t make it home for dinner. | have too much work to do.”

Chelsea could understand how busy Fay was. Looking at the delicious food on the table, she frowned. What was she supposed to do with everything that she cooked?

She had prepared so much that she couldn't possibly finish them all by herself.

If she put them all in the fridge, their smell would change. So, Chelsea thought for a while and said, “How about I bring you dinner? | have cooked so many dishes.” Fay’s apartment was just next to the Nelson Group. Chelsea could walk there and bring Fay the food that she madeConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Really? Oh, that would be great! | almost salivated seeing those photos of the dinner you prepared tonight. The food looks absolutely breathtaking. | hope I’m not imposing, but | will appreciate it very much.” Fay was overjoyed.

“Oh, don't be silly. | made everything for you anyway, and | can’t eat them all by myself. Is Leo working overtime, too?” Chelsea asked.