Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Brad’s pupils weren’t entirely black. They were a shade closer to black–a type of sapphire blue. When he looked up at Nadine, there was an indescribable tendemess in his gaze. 

“As long as you understand,” he said. Then, he sat down with his fair back toward her. 

Seeing the affectionate look in his eyes, Nadine bit her tongue. She warned herself to not misunderstand. Brad’s naturally charming eyes seemed affectionate even to dogs. 

Nadine looked at Brad’s broad back and took a deep breath. She forced herself to calm down and began to scrub his back, but the scumbag had to comment, “It’s too light. Are you even putting any effort into it?” 

Nadine rolled her eyes and applied more pressure. Then he complained. “It’s too hard. Are you trying to kill me?” 

She took another deep breath, closed her eyes, and eased up on the pressure. She silently soothed her anger to 

not stoop down to that beast’s level. That’d just be an insult to beasts. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The bathroom was so quiet that one could’ve heard a pin drop. The wind outside could be heard clearly. The north wind howled but it was warm as spring inside. 

However, behind this seemingly spring–like scene laid Nadine’s bitterness and humiliation. She knew that Brad was powerful and confronting him directly was futile. 

Hence, she tried to advise him kindly while he seemed comfortable. “Mr. Hamilton, don’t you love Ms. Sawyer very much? 

“Don’t you know that the greatest respect you can give a woman is to make her your official partner? If I were you, I would kick Nadine out first. Then, I’d take Ms. Sawyer to register our marriage immediately.” 

The divorce depended on Brad. As long as she could persuade him to agree to it, everything would be 

fine. 

However, Brad didn’t respond at all. He looked like he was in deep meditation. He was not even looking 

up at her. 

Nadine persisted. “We agreed at the beginning of our marriage that I would step aside once Ms. Sawyer 

returned. Aren’t you afraid of hurting Ms. Sawyer by delaying the divorce? Brad, I think we should-” 

Just then, Nadine shrilled. Before she could finish her sentence, her world spun. When she regained her senses, she found herself pinned under Brad. 

Her clothes were instantly soaked. Brad had a lot of white foam on him. It covered a large area of his 

muscular chest but couldn’t hide his faintly visible ab lines. The pure look in his eyes was now tainted 

with a hint of lust. 

After five years of marriage, Nadine knew exactly what that look meant. Every time Brad desired her, he would look at her with such eyes until she willingly complied. 

However, she didn’t want to give in so easily this time. She struggled, choked on water, and started 

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coughing violently. If Brad made her choke on water, he wouldn’t get away with it. 

While coughing, she deliberately coughed in his direction. Didn’t he have mysophobia? Disgusting scumbag! In addition to choking on water, Nadine deliberately spat saliva on Brad’s face. 

As she watched Brad’s face darken gradually, she felt a great sense of satisfaction. But she couldn’t show it and had to contain her laughter in her heart. 

Just as Nadine was secretly pleased with herself, Brad suddenly leaned in. His face exuded an inexplicable smile. 

At the next moment, he grabbed Nadine’s chin and pressed his lips to hers. At first, he didn’t apply much force. He gently bit her lips with his teeth. 

But as he noticed that she was still coughing, he held her upper lip and sucked on it. Then, he covered her mouth while she was still coughing.