Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Finally understanding what Brad meant, Nadine widened her eyes in surprise. With her gaze darting around, she finally remembered her question. 

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“I never said I was going to your company. Your number’s still on my blocklist. When did I ever tell you to wait for me?” 

Brad waited for her in the office for two hours? It was a rare instance, indeed. 

A proud man like him couldn’t possibly wait for others He was already giving the best of himself when he didn’t make others wait for him. 

Sensing how unwavering Nadine was, Brad read the message Cameron received out loud. 

it vou ask Cameron about mu 

*The nerve of you to keep denying! Why are you so stubborn? schedule?” 

He wondered how she could still deny after the whole situation was already made clear. It was only then that Nadine understood where he was getting at. 

“Mr. Hamilton, overthinking won’t do you any good. Next time, make sure to drain out the shit in your brain before you use it. Oh yeah, I only asked Cameron about your schedule because I wanted to confirm whether you’re coming to visit Grandpa. That’s all.” 

Brad had the audacity to blame her when he’d been overthinking. His gall to shift the blame on her was truly appalling. The fury simmering in Nadine’s chest vanished once they had everything cleared up. In fact, she was unphased. 

So what if he waited for her in his office for two hours? What did that prove? Nothing. 

Hearing Nadine’s response, Brad was also stunned. He’d considered multiple possibilities, but he never thought it’d be a case of his wishful thinking. 

With the truth unveiled, he felt like he’d been slapped in the face. She didn’t mock him, but he felt humiliated nonetheless. 

He released his grip on her wrists and gritted out, “Fine! Perhaps I’ve been overthinking. But how are you 

going to explain yourself for not returning home as “Do you expect me to bring you back in a 

sedan chair instead?” 

Speaking of which, these few days at Phoenix Villa had been terrible for Brad. He returned to a cold and lifeless house every single day. The house was huge, but he barely had anyone to talk to him. 

The maids were often around, but they constantly busled themselves with their tasks. Once their duties were completed, they’d slunk away. None of them dared to act recklessly in front of Brad. 

Nadine’s eyes suddenly lit up like a flicker of flame amidst the darkness. Flexing her sore wrists, she took a step back and met his gaze indignantly. 

“Brad, I’m serious about the divorcel” she declared. “I will never return to Phoenix Villa again!” 

With that, she pivoted and took her leave promptly. 

Brad stilled, watching her resolute figure disappearing into the distance. He finally began to take her demands seriously. So, Nadine wasn’t kidding about getting a divorce? 

The cold wind was biting when it was nearly dark out. Slouching on a spacious sofa, Brad looked dejected and lost. His current appearance was a stark contrast to his usual dignified self. 

Alex entered the private room. Spotting his best friend drowning himself in alcohol, he kicked his feet 

gently. 

“Are you still alive? You’re not dead, are you?” 

Brad managed to straighten himself slightly, but he was still lounging on the sofa. He chanced a glance at 

Alex. 

“Thanks for the concern. I’m doing just fine.” 

Alex had never seen him in this state. He’d only drunk himself into a stupor when Jean left back then. 

Noting how terrible Brad looked, he couldn’t help but ask, “Who is it? Is it because of Jean or Nadine?” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

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