Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chapter 89 Bruised Ego

Zuri immediately took to her heels, leaving her stunned friend behind. She wanted Chelsea and Luka to have lunch together. It was her way of matchmaking them.

Luka glanced at Edmund who was walking in front of them. He then said to Chelsea, "Let's have lunch in the restaurant downstairs. Lest I forget, I have something to ask you concerning the script."

"Okay." Chelsea, who initially wanted to turn down the invitation, had no choice but to agree since he mentioned work.

She and Luka took the elevator with Edmund and Fay. They all suffered a deafening silence until they arrived at the ground floor.

After they walked out, Luka said to Edmund, "Goodbye, Mr. Nelson! We'll get going now."

Chelsea only nodded towards Edmund and left with Luka.

Edmund's face darkened as he watched her follow Luka into the restaurant a few meters away.

Why did she agree to have lunch with that man? Didn't she know that he liked her?

She didn't learn a lesson from the bad experience with Gerry and his men, did she? She needed to stay away from men!

Fay, who had been standing behind her boss, noticed that he was staring at Chelsea as she entered the restaurant with Luka. She cleared her throat and made a suggestion. "Mr. Nelson, it's way past the time for lunch. Since we are here, how about we have lunch first before going back to the company?"

Edmund's face softened. "Okay."

He and Fay walked into the restaurant too.

Chelsea had just sat down facing Luka when she saw them come in. She picked up the menu and buried her face in it.

Why was Edmund here? He was so annoying. Was this the only restaurant in the city?

Luka noticed that she was hiding her face and stealing glances at something. He traced her eyes only to see Edmund and Fay. He couldn't help chuckling.

"Mr. Nelson, you are here too. Please join us at this table. This would be fun." He beckoned to them with a smile.

"Don't..." Chelsea mumbled inaudibly. She didn't want to have lunch at the same table as Edmund. Otherwise, she would suffer from indigestion.

"No, thanks." Edmund looked away arrogantly and took Fay to an empty table that was not too far away. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Luka shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Edmund was so arrogant. No wonder he lost Chelsea.

Contrary to what Luka thought, Edmund actually wanted to have lunch at their table. But he changed his mind once he saw the repulsion on Chelsea's face.

This was the first time any woman was reluctant to dine with him. As a powerful man in the city, he couldn't count how many women were dying to have him eat with them.

How could he eat with a woman who clearly disliked him? Edmund's ego was bruised.

His blood boiled even after he sat down with Fay. The veins on his forehead were protruding slightly.

"Mr. Nelson, don't you think we should have lunch with them instead?" Fay proposed, looking at him intently.

The only reason why she suggested that they eat here was that she guessed that Edmund would want to dine with Chelsea.

She had expected him to agree when Luka invited them. However, he turned down the invitation.

Why did he throw such an opportunity away? Fay was confused now. She wondered what was going on in her boss's head.

"Just order what you want to have," Edmund ordered impatiently.

Fay immediately did as she was told, not wanting to provoke him.

It was almost as if Chelsea and Luka were in a world of their own. They talked and laughed heartily. Although Fay didn't know what they were talking about, she could tell that they were enjoying each other's company.

Fay took a stealthy glance at Edmund, who was sitting opposite her, and found that his face was

gloomier.

Several dishes were served at their table. However, Edmund wasn't in the mood to eat. He took a few spoonfuls and dropped the cutlery.

Seeing that he was wiping his mouth with a serviette, Fay shoved a large chunk of steak into her mouth. She chewed fast and took a sip of water. Afterward, she wiped her mouth to indicate that she was done too. They had only eaten for about twenty minutes.

"Mr. Nelson, how come you finished having lunch so soon?" Luka asked confusedly when he saw that they were on their way out.

Edmund shot him a cold glare and left without sparing Chelsea a glance.