Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Brad's expression was anything but pleasant, so Zara wisely avoided starting a conversation with him.

Instead, she chatted incessantly with Nadine. As colleagues working under Seraphina, and given that they hadn't known each other long, they had plenty to talk about. Their conversation flowed naturally, full of energy and laughter.

Meanwhile, Brad sat there with a face so sour it looked like everyone in the room owed him a fortune. His expression couldn't have been more miserable.

Seraphina, who was more familiar with him, occasionally leaned over to chat with him. He responded in short, clipped sentences, but his face remained dark the entire time.

Throughout dinner, Zara's eyes kept darting toward Brad, which didn't escape Nadine's notice. Her sharp intuition as a woman told her there was something unusual in the way Zara looked at him.

As a woman herself, Nadine understood what that look meant. But she wasn't planning to say anything-she just wanted to watch and see how things played out.

life was none of her business. Even if he remarried, it was his prerogative. In fact, a part of her wanted to encourage Zara and Brad to be

with Seraphina on his left and Nadine on his right, while Zara sat next to Nadine. Hence, whenever Brad looked at Nadine, his peripheral vision inevitably caught Zara as well. Every time

time Brad's eyes traveled past her, Zara couldn't help but feel giddy. "Ms.

if that's

arm with Nadine's, smiling innocently. "I'll call you Nad, then! What perfume are you using? You

perfume. The scent came from her

things weren't as tense. By

lit up when the waiter placed the dish on the table. "Wow! Mr. Hamilton must have ordered this for you, Nad! This dish is so extravagant—I've

she smiled at Nadine. Then, she deliberately nudged her arm with

was impossible not

the hospital and went as far as