Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chapter 50

Just as Edmund had feared, Gerry and the others forced Chelsea to drink more.

They all cheered as they downed glasses upon glasses of wine. Luka and Edmund were the only ones who didn't join in.

If eyes could kill, Chelsea's body would have blown up into uncountable pieces because of the glare Edmund had been giving her.

She could feel his gaze, but she didn't stop or even spare him a glance. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Edmund's palm became so sweaty that his fork was covered in mist. Before he lost his temper, he turned to look at Luka with a questioning expression. It was as if he was inciting him to stop Chelsea since he liked her.

Luka got the message. Instead of acting immediately, he averted his gaze and didn't move an inch.

He had also been worried about Chelsea. But after he saw the calmness on her face, he didn't see the need to worry anymore.

Luka knew her to be a cautious adult who knew right from wrong. He wasn't going to step in when it was obvious that she had it together. He reckoned that she was confident in her tolerance for alcohol since she had agreed to drink with them.

The fire blazing inside Edmund was fueled by Luka's nonchalance. What an irresponsible boss and admirer!

Edmund dropped his fork on his plate in a fit of pique. It was then Fay noticed his gloomy face. Chelsea had just gulped down another glass, so Fay took the opportunity to engage her in a conversation so she wouldn't drink anymore.

"Chelsea, your face is red. Are you okay?" she asked with concern.

Touching her cheek with one hand, Chelsea replied with a faint smile, "Oh, don't worry about me. I'm fine."

Her head wasn't woozy, nor were her words sloppy. The only effect that the alcohol had on her was that she suddenly had the urge to use the ladies' room.

Holding her right hand, Fay commented in surprise, "You are really good at drinking!"

"Well, I naturally have a high tolerance for alcohol. I also practiced drinking for a long time. This isn't a first for me."

"Wow! Does that mean you drink every day?" Fay exclaimed, still holding her right hand.

She was shocked that her boss's gentle ex-wife had gone as far as practicing just to be a good drinker. It just didn't add up.

"Don't get me wrong, Fay. I don't actually drink every day. But I drank a lot while I was in college."

Zuri had begun her acting career before they graduated. She was under a lot of pressure as a newcomer. Her studies and career gave her a hard time. Worse still, her boyfriend at the time broke her heart. To forget her worries, she drank a lot with Chelsea. It became a habit for them. And that was how

they were able to hold their liquor.

All of a sudden, Gerry staggered to his feet, causing his plate to shift abruptly. He held up his glass of wine towards Chelsea, urging her to continue drinking.

"Well, well, well. I had no idea that you are a drinking pro, Miss Williams. How come you never mentioned it?" Edmund suddenly spoke after eyeing Gerry. The latter was forced to sit back down.

There was a hint of mockery and accusation in Edmund's tone. He was indirectly accusing her of keeping such a secret from him while they were married.

Unfazed by his subtle insult, Chelsea stared at him dead in the eye and explained lightly, "Yes, I became a pro when I was still in college. But an accident that happened four years ago caused me to stay away from alcohol. The scar was so deep that I couldn't bring myself to take another sip until recently. I'm able to drink now that I have escaped from the past and my scar has healed to some extent."

The accident Chelsea was referring to was the one that brought her into Edmund's life. Her father and brother had set her up and made her have sex with him four years ago.

She was a victim of their evil orchestration, just like Edmund. However, he believed that she was on their side. He saw her as a gold-digger and a trickster who messed up his life. His wrong notion was a great blow to her. As a result, she vowed not to drink again.

It wasn't until the eve of their divorce that Chelsea went back to her old ways.

A deep frown appeared on Edmund's face when he heard her explanation.

Four years ago?

Didn't they meet around that time?

Was she talking about the first night they had sex?

She had drunk that night.

But she willingly climbed on his bed! How the hell was it an accident? Why was she telling lies again? Or was there something he was missing?