Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Chapter 509

Brad finally noticed the misunderstandings he had about Nadine. Since then, he had been trying to distance himself from Jean. He even wanted to mend his relationship with Nadine.

Nadine was a good wife-gentle, virtuous, and attentive when taking care of him. Many times, Brad would find himself comparing Nadine to Jean.

Jean would act coquettish. She was beautiful and sweet, and her illness gave her a fragile beauty. Brad couldn't bear to be harsh with her because of this. As long as Jean acted spoiled and said a few nice words, he would forgive her without limits.

As for Nadine, she didn't know how to act coy or playfully complain to make a man happy. Most of the time, she was quiet and spoke softly. She was the kind of person who seemed timid and didn't have a temper.

Yet, Nadine took care of everything at home for Brad, quietly handling all matters to free him of burdens.

Being with Nadine lacked passion and romance, yet she filled Brad's life with a profound warmth.

Since Nadine moved out of Phoenix Villa, Brad hadn't had a good night's sleep. He often woke up in the dead of night, staring out into the pitch-black night, unable to sleep until morning.

But Brad was a man who valued his pride and would never admit his vulnerability to anyone. As a result, he kept seeking Nadine out and wanted her to come home because he wanted to mend their relationship.

pushing Nadine further away every

things had come to this point between them. He felt like Nadine was being too harsh. How could she claim to not love him anymore and leave him so decisively? Were all the things she once said about loving him mere

were lies, couldn't they have had some sincerity to them?

as "Mr. Hamilton" made Brad nearly lose control of

holding the cup in front of him. He wanted to tear

and he wouldn't resort to bullying a woman. All he could do was suppress the burning rage in his

me 'darling' before? We're not divorced yet, so calling me 'Mr.

was momentarily suppressed, he

mind was swirling with memories of his time with

spoke softly and gently. It was only during the nights

hands would clutch his shoulders, calling his name over

call him "darling" in a tender

lost that

of him, just a short distance away. But even so, she felt as cold

over, taking Nadine to the bedroom, and pressing her onto the bed. But he knew that if he really did that, it would