Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Nadine's face was pale, almost ghostly, and the fear that gripped her made her look fragile and shaken. At this moment, she was like a frightened rabbit caught in a trap, lost and helpless.

That look in her eyes made Brad's heart ache. He couldn't understand how things had come to this. All he wanted was to pull Nadine into his arms and hold her.

For the first time in his life, he, who had dominated the business world, felt the raw sting of fear. What would have happened if he hadn't yanked her out of the way just now? The thought alone was paralyzing.

He could still feel the sharp pain on the back of his hand where the side mirror of the van had grazed him when he pulled Nadine into his arms. Had it been Nadine who had been grazed, he couldn't even begin to think about what he might have done.

Faced with her question and the fear in her eyes, he parted his lips but ultimately couldn't say a word. The cold breeze brushed against his face, making him feel as if reality itself had slapped him hard.

Before he got here, he had promised himself that he would protect Nadine and Sean and keep them safe from harm. But the silver-gray van that had driven away was a cruel reminder of his failure.

Nadine remained silent as well, allowing the wind to blow against her fair face as she stared at Brad, her eyes filled with both detachment and disdain. From the moment they divorced, Brad had ceased to exist in her world. So, what was he doing here, intruding on her life?

She had once been hit by a van, leaving her with a lasting fear that haunted her. Even though he saved her, she felt nothing but indifference.

Nadine was convinced he was still covering for Jean, cleaning up her mess. Although he claimed that Jean was being locked up in the Hamilton Estate's basement, she couldn't bring herself to believe him.

Brad studied her expression closely, and when he noticed a hint of disdain and disgust in her eyes, a shiver ran down his spine. "Do you think I'm protecting Jean?"

He'd seen that look before. It was the same expression she had when she'd asked for a divorce, and he'd insisted he had nothing to do with Jean. Her lips had curled in @sneer, just like the one she wore now.

Worried that Nadine might get the wrong idea, he hurriedly explained with a frown. Nadine remained silent, staring at him as she considered whether to believe him.

The scrutiny in her eyes infuriated him. He bellowed, "I'm not covering

for Jean! There's no reason for me to do that! Jean's locked away, so

she doesn't have time to plan this! Jean was locked in hiso

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basement; he knew that better than anyone.

Nadine snorted and burst into laughter. "I haven't said a word, yet you're already standing up for Jean. Are you worried that I'll misunderstand your beloved?"

Just look at that. Brad claimed he no longer loved Jean, yet his actions spoke otherwise. She hadn't said a word as her mind was replaying the memory of the time she was hit by a van, shaken and anxious, yet Brad assumed she was blaming Jean for it.

Sure enough, Jean's hold on Brad ran deep. No matter what happened, his priority would always be her.noveldrama