Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chapter 48

Chapter 48 Perverted Man

Chelsea gave Luka a questioning look.He only shrugged with a helpless expression, indicating that he didn't know why Edmund was even there.

Unlike the others, Gerry wasn't bothered at all by Edmund's sudden appearance.

He walked to him with a big smile on his face.

With his hand stretched out, he said cheerfully, "Look who's gracing us with his presence.I didn't expect you to come to the party, Mr.Nelson.I'm pleased to see you."

Edmund shook hands with Gerry and said, "I couldn't miss it for anything.You throw the best parties, so I had to partake in the fun."

Several guests crowded Edmund and he exchanged pleasantries with them.

After a while, Luka walked up to him with Chelsea.

They had an argument because of Edmund's involvement in the project, but this didn't mean there was bad blood between them.It was only right for Luka to go and greet his business partner.

Plastering a smile on his face, Luka greeted Edmund and shook his hand firmly.

Chelsea had to speak to him too even though she didn't want to.

After all, he was the investor of the play.

Avoiding his eyes, she bowed slightly and greeted him.

"Good evening, Mr.Nelson."

None of the quests, except Fay and Luka, knew about the relationship between these two.

Edmund was just about to respond to her greeting when Gerry uttered excitedly, "Mr.Nelson, I didn't meet Chelsea early enough because she was absent during the first meeting.It wasn't until a while ago that I finally met her.I didn't expect her to be this beautiful and young.Thank goodness such a pretty lady was employed to join the crew.Her beauty will give us the zeal to work."

Gerry thought that Edmund would agree with him as he praised Chelsea's beauty.But he was shocked when Edmund shot him a cold glare.He quickly shut up as a cold shiver ran down his spine.

Those words didn't sound like harmless praise in Edmund's ears.

Instead, he felt like Gerry was perverted.

Edmund finally shook Chelsea's hand which she had stretched out to him moments ago.

He then said slowly, "Good evening, Miss Williams.I recently learned that your pen name is Winter.Could it be because your hand is as cold as ice? Or is your hand this cold because you are wearing something too thin now?"

Horror flitted on Chelsea's face as soon as she heard those questions.She felt that he was taking a jab at her.

Why was he criticizing her dressing? How was it his business if she wore something too thin? It was her business to worry about her cold hand, not his! Chelsea quickly took back her hand.

Biting back the tonque-lashing she badly wished she could give him, she replied with a smile, "Oh, you are so humorous, Mr.Nelson."

Gerry cut in, "This shouldn't come as a surprise to you, Mr.Nelson.It has become a fashion trend for women to dress like this.They now wear light and tight clothes that bring out their figure.Just take a

look at her slender waist."

With a flirtatious look, Gerry moved to Chelsea and reached out to touch her waist.She stepped back and looked at him in horror.

Stories of how male bosses objectified their female employees and counterparts were an open secret in the film industry.

Chelsea had heard a lot before she became a full-time worker.

Zuri had also complained about how some directors and actors took advantage of actresses.

Never did Chelsea imagine that she would be at the receiving end of perverted advances in her line of work.She was a scriptwriter, not a call girl.

The anger that coursed through her veins was stronger than the confusion and disgust she felt.

If Gerry had succeeded in grabbing her waist, Chelsea would have been disgusted to death.

It was saddening that she couldn't leave because she was obligated to be at the party.

At least, she wanted to give him a stern warning.But she couldn't because he hadn't touched her yet.

Gerry was a little embarrassed when he saw that she dodged.He was about to scold her when he suddenly felt a murderous stare on his forehead. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

When he raised his head, his eyes met with a pair of sharp and terrifying ones.

A wicked and intolerant energy exuded from Edmund's body.

It was as if he was going to pounce on Gerry and tear him into a thousand pieces any moment from now.

What was wrong with Edmund? Why did he have such an angry expression? Gerry swallowed nervously.

He was like a deer, who was at the mercy of a ferocious lion.