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Capítulo 163
Chapter: 163 Chelsea nodded slightly. She had to admit that he had a point there. This idea never crossed her mind before. She murmured, “Yeah, | understand. It sounds good.”
Chelsea hadn't wanted Luka to defend her in the first place. She felt that he was helping her too much, so it would be practically impossible to pay him back. She also didn’t want to be a burden to him.
Like the competitive person that Edmund was, he didn’t show all his cards now. His suggestion wasn’t only because he was afraid that more people would turn against Chelsea. He actually wanted to get in the way of Luka, who he suspected to be doing everything to get close to his ex-wife.
Edmund suspected that Chelsea would feel more indebted to Luka, so she would offer to repay him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe feared that Luka would seize the opportunity to ask her out. Having known the kind of person that Chelsea was, Edmund feared that she would agree because she didn’t want to hurt Luka’s feelings.
As aman, Edmund could see through Luka’s mind. What Luka was doing was exactly how a man behaved when he was interested in a woman.
Burning with the zeal to disrupt Lukas plans, Edmund asked Chelsea, “Do you have a personal Twitter account?” “Ermm... Yes,” Chelsea answered with difficulty. She did have a Twitter account, but most of the tweets she made were about Edmund.
The contents there had to do with her constantly changing feelings—the joy and tears that cfrom loving him while they were married.
Her page was Like an online diary at that time.
The account was practically anonymous. She never posted her pictures or tagged any real people on her posts. No one knew who she truly was, so she was rest assured that her tweets would never be traced to her.
Since she was a scriptwriter, she occasionally made smovies and TV plays reviews. She had a way with words, so several people Liked the kind of content she put out. Her articles won her more followers and loyal fans.
Her followers were only about three thousand. The last tweet she made was over a year old. It cwhen she got divorced.
It went thus, “Three years of marriage is over just like that. It’s as if | just woke up from an unrealistic dream. My heart is broken into a thousand pieces. But like a phoenix, | would rise from the ashes. Life goes on.”
Many comments trooped under this tweet as soon as she made it. All of them were positive and encouraging.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Chin up, dearie. A failed marriage is not the end of the road. Your life would get better and you might just meet the right man for you in the future.”
“| can tell that you are a gentle and virtuous woman. The divorce is his loss, not yours. He would realize that he was too stupid not to have cherished you.”
“You would make a good writer, Miss. It’s such a pity that you didn’t take it up as a career full-time. | hope now that you are starting a new life, you will pursue a career in that field. I’m personally rooting for you.”
Chelsea shed stears after reading the comments. It warmed her heart that total strangers were this supportive. She planned on deleting her old tweets about love Later on. She didn’t want others to find out about her past and make a fuss about it.
The last thing Chelsea wanted was for Edmund to see her tweets. More so, her usernon Twitter was “Love E”. Now that she thought about it, goosebumps popped up on her skin.
How stupidly in love was she previously that she went as far as adopting such a user name? She beat herself up for doing that.
Noticing the awkwardness in her tone, Edmund asked, “Why was it so hard for you to answer that question? Are you hiding something? Could it be that your Twitter page is filled with nasty secrets?”