Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Nadine had beautiful and clear eyes. When she looked at Brad with those teary eyes, it added a touch of melancholy to her person. 

She smirked in disdain. “Yes, I’m not worthy of mentioning her name. Only you are worthy. A simp like you is really rare in this world. Why are you still here pestering me, then? Go back and be her simp! If you don’t hurry, Jean will be upset.” 

She was done holding back. 

Once, she loved Brad and endured everything for him. Now, she didn’t love him anymore and wouldn’t tolerate his behavior. 

As she spoke, she shoved his hand off her chin and glared at him like a vengeful spirit rising from the 

grave. 

Brad had never seen this side of Nadine. For a moment, he was stunned by her newfound assertiveness. 

He narrowed his eyes as he studied the petite woman before him. For some reason, he felt that Nadine was different now, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly how. 

Feeling emboldened by her newfound freedom, Nadine pushed past Brad’s tall frame and hurried out of 

the restroom. 

Suddenly, she remembered something. 

She stopped and turned back to look at Brad, who was still standing there smoking, with eyes full of 

contempt. “Brad, if you’re a man, then divorce me. Stop using Jean as an excuse! A man who hides 

behind a woman is pathetic!” 

She then flipped him the bird. Knowing she was pushing his limits and fearing he’d come after her, she 

quickly ran away. 

Only when she left the hotel and confirmed Brad wasn’t following did she finally relax.. 

-To hell with Brad and Jean From today 

on, they were out of her life. They didn’t deserve to be in it. That 

scumbag and bitch are a perfect match anyway. 

Autumn in Janctera City was fleeting. Before the sycamore leaves could fully turn yellow, winter had already arrived. 

In early November, an unexpected winter rain caught everyone off guard. They hastily dug out their down 

jackets. 

Janctera City was a southern city without central heating, which was why Nadine despised winters. Her hands and feet were always freezing at night. 

Before the divorce, she could snuggle up to Brad and borrow his warmth. Now, she had to fend for herself. 

It was odd. She’d moved out of Hamilton Estate a week ago, yet Brad hadn’t sent her the divorce certificate. Why was he so inefficient? Didn’t he want to make things official with Jean? 

As if reading her thoughts, her phone rang. Seeing Brad’s name on the screen, she hesitated. Should she answer? Brad hated her. He wouldn’t call without a reason.