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.

it was his prerogative. In fact, a part of her wanted to encourage Zara and Brad to be together. If they got together, perhaps

Zara sat next to Nadine. Hence, whenever Brad looked at Nadine, his

never noticed her at all. Still, every time Brad's eyes traveled

"Sure, if that's

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

wearing any perfume. The scent came from her body wash. She even shared

hardened expression softened, and things weren't as tense. By the time the final

dish on the table. "Wow! Mr. Hamilton must have ordered this for you, Nad! This dish is so extravagant—I've only ever seen it on TV. Mr. Hamilton is so

nudged her arm with a teasing

was impossible

into the hospital and