Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Brad wasn’t wearing a coat. He was just in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing a glimpse of his well–defined, muscular arms. 

Leaning against the door frame of the women’s restroom, he exuded both elegance and rascality. 

His thin lips were pressed together, and his eyes carried a touch of coldness when he looked at Nadine. 

Nadine tried to move forward, thinking that he would politely make way for her once she reached the 

door. 

However, Brad didn’t play by the rules. 

Not only did he not make way for her, but he also leaned further down. He completely denied Nadine any opportunity to pass through. 

His behavior was really outrageous. 

“A qualified ex should act like they were dead. In my heart, you’re already dead.” The moment she signed her name on the divorce agreement, Brad was already dead to her, even if he was still alive. 

The man leaning against the door frame smirked coldly. “What if the dead come back to life? Like your ex, 

Tyler.‘ 

Seeing Nadine’s smile directed at Tyler, Brad couldn’t help but find it particularly dazzling. He wished he could crush her smiling face. 

Nadine was angered by his words. She frowned, and her delicate features creased together. 

“Mr. Hamilton, I’ve placed the divorce agreement on your desk. I’ve signed it. We’ll be free after you sign it. 

She didn’t know why Brad was blocking the entrance of the restroom, but she simply didn’t want any further entanglement with him. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

In the five years they had been together, she had fallen in love with Brad. Shutting off those feelings wasn’t like turning off a tap. It wasn’t that easy. 

Before she completely gave up on loving Brad, she just wanted to keep her distance from him, preferably never to see each other again. 

Nadine took a step back to maintain a distance from Brad. Her entire body tensed up, as she was on 

guard. 

Brad was wealthy and powerful. Who knew what he was capable of? 

Normally, a man wearing a white shirt would look good and exude the vibe of a cheerful young man. 

Brad emitted many vibes–sexy, aloof, arrogant–but not cheerful. In fact, he made people feel unapproachable, as if he were as cold as the glaciers atop a mountain peak. 

Brad turned to the aide and surveyed Nadine’s petite face. 

It was still the same face he was familiar with, but her eyes were filled only with coldness. They were devoid of the warmth and anticipation of the past. 

It was like an empty city–silent and desolate, 

Noticing the disgust in her eyes, Brad frowned, He took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips before beckoning to her. “What did you just say? I didn’t hear clearly. Come closer and say it again.” 

Nadine didn’t know what he was up to. Thinking he really didn’t hear clearly, she took a small step forward 

and leaned toward him. 

The next moment, her slender waist was held in a large hand. 

With a little force from him, she lost her balance and fell into his broad and warm embrace. 

Holding her waist, Brad lit the cigarette in his mouth and exhaled a wisp of smoke. “I haven’t signed the divorce agreement yet. Until I sign it, you’re still my wife.”