Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Chapter 518

All Nadine could think about was how Brad had done this for Jean. Back then, he did far more than just place food on her plate—he practically treated Jean like a princess. So, this was nothing special.

Nadine accepted the gesture and ate in silence, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In the end, she was stuffed, her lips a vibrant red, reminiscent of ripe cherries. Brad, on the other hand, had hardly touched his food, having been too busy tending to her throughout dinner.

He seemed happier than she was to see her enjoy the meal. He told the housekeeper in front of Nadine, "Next time, add more spice to the chili-crusted fish. It wasn't spicy enough for Nadine."

The housekeeper nodded and responded respectfully, "Understood."

"Don't bother. There won't be a next time," Nadine interjected, ruining the moment.

Then, she pushed her chair back and looked at Brad. "Dinner was delicious. Thank you, but I don't think this will happen again. It's getting late. I shouldn't impose on you any longer, Mr. Hamilton. I'll be on my way now." With that, she made her way upstairs.

Brad, who had been in a good mood just moments before, felt as though he'd been doused in ice-cold water. His heart sank as he realized even if he treated Nadine well, she wouldn't appreciate it.

Sean was still

the knob. When he noticed she was determined to leave, he hurriedly said, "It's freezing

a ton of bricks. He had a point. Bringing Sean out in this biting cold to

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do next, Nadine stood frozen in place, chewing on her lower lip. Brad could tell her resolve was

that she was open to hearing him out, he let out a long

stand being apart from him, so why don't you both just

face flush with anger as if she were about to explode, and hastily added, "Hold up, I didn't mean it like that! What I meant

made plans to go out with some friends. When you go to bed later, you can just lock the door. You won't even know I'm around!" Afraid of upsetting

managed to piece together what he meant. She had to admit

wasn't bad it was actually a pretty