“Edmund, actually, I can’t get pregnant. If you insist on being with me, you have to ept that we have


    no children for the rest of your life. And the Nelson family… will have no sessor.” After that, Chelsea


    looked away to avoid him.


    If Sonya was still alive, perhaps Edmund could raise her child as his heir.


    But now…


    “I don’t think it matters.” Edmund raised his hand and gently turned her face back. He Looked into


    Chelsea’s eyes again.


    “Chelsea, this’s your thought, and you intrude it upon me.” Edmund was careful about the words he


    chose in case not to annoy Chelsea.


    “I..” Chelsea stopped because Edmund was reasonable.


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    Edmund had never been judgmental to her since she was diagnosed with infertility.


    “Nothing can stop us from being together,” Edmund held Chelsea’s chin.


    “You’re such a good person, so everything will get better.”


    He then kissed her lips.


    Chelsea froze.


    He should wait, right? Chelsea had been telling him that they were divorced. What was that about the


    kiss here?


    When Chelsea regained her senses, she tried to get herself off Edmund’s arms. But Edmund locked


    her against the bedstand. He ced his palm behind her head as his tongue slowly reached further


    into Chelsea’s mouth.


    How could Chelsea resist this? Chelsea’s limps went soft when Edmund let go of her.


    “You can’t do this!” She supported herself with Edmund’s shoulder and whined.


    “You’re my wife. Why can’t I kiss you?” Edmund continued with his n. Chelsea’s face flushed red


    when Edmund said the word ‘wife’ because he had never called her that before.


    Chelsea buried her head in Edmund’s arms in embarrassment, Edmund decided that he would conquer


    Chelsea with sweet talk.


    He should make a lot of sweet words that he had never done in the past three years.


    They hugged each other for a while, and Edmund broke the silence, “Please help me get out of the


    hospital. You can talk to the doctor.”


    “I don’t want to stay here anymore.” The hospital was not a good ce to make out.


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    The atmosphere was just right, all he needed was a double bed.


    Chelsea asked worriedly, “But didn’t you just have a headache?”


    “I’m just excited. I’m fine.” Edmund kept making his story.


    In fact, he just had a slight rear-ended collision. The paint on the car didn’t even rub off, but he took the


    ident as an excuse to pretend he had lost his memory.


    Before Chelsea could say anything, he threw his arms around her again. He sounded Like he was


    begging, “The hospital is too depressing. I’m afraid I’LL get worse if I stay here any longer.”