Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Standing in the circle the teacher had marked out beforehand, Brad watched as Nadine approached him with a fiery glare. He couldn't help but smirk, a hint of pride lighting up his face.

"Ms. Scott, you're the one asking me for help right now. Mind your tone," Brad said.

Couldn't Nadine soften her tone a little when asking for help? Other women would just act a bit coy to solve the problem, but she had to act like she was going to war. Couldn't she just show a bit of sweetness?

Nadine was infuriated by Brad. She was about to hurl a retort at him when she noticed the crowd around them and Sean waiting eagerly behind them for a win.

Nadine swallowed her anger and forced a stiff smile at Brad, gritting her words out between her teeth. "Fine. Consider me asking you for help." She kept her voice low enough for only the two of them to hear. Her face flushed red as soon as she finished speaking.

Seeing how cooperative Nadine was, Brad initially thought of making her suffer a bit more. But the blush on her face made him abandon the idea instantly. Forget just bending down-he'd give her anything she wanted at that moment.

"Good girl. Come closer to me." Brad reached out, grabbing Nadine's arms gently. He bent his knees, tilted his chin, and moved his face toward her neck.

took the orange. Her cheek brushed against his chin, and

with the sunshine, the breeze was still chilly. But all Nadine felt was a searing warmth on the side of her face. It was as if

scent of Brad flooded Nadine's senses, spreading throughout her heart like wild vines. Something inside her clicked open, and memories of their intimate moments in bed surged

grow. It spread from her chin and sank deep into

pinched between his neck and chin, he steadily walked toward the table. He then carefully dropped the orange into

of times, rolled around,

up in excitement, shouting, "Wow! Dad, you're amazing! We did

setting the orange

back to the

the dazed

skin

held a

seemed to look