Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton
Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Even though Nadine knew Brad didn’t love her, she stubbornly stayed by his side. All just because of that fleeting, illusory hope. Was it worth it?

Unconsciously, she reached for her chest. Nadine pulled out the pocket watch hanging around her neck and gripped it tightly in her palm. “I can’t hold on much longer. What should I do?”

The only response was the silence around her.

Brad left the hospital in a foul mood. He then dragged Sammy and Alex out for drinks.

Sammy, a notorious playboy, had his arms around two young, attractive, and sexy women. “Why the long face, Brad? You’re scaring my beauties. Put away that hideous face of yours.”

Sammy couldn’t stand Brad’s righteous facade. What a righteous man he certainly was. When Jean flirted with him, why didn’t he refuse? Yet, in places like this, he claimed he had a family and couldn’t

misbehave.

Nonsense! The guy was just pretending.

Brad’s face grew even darker, and his sharp gaze fixed on Sammy. “I’ll give you one chance to rephrase”

that.”

Sensing the murderous intent in Brad’s eyes, Sammy immediately backed down. “Alright, alright. I’ll drop

it, okay?

“But you need to know that we’re here to have fun. I’d think you got dumped with that grim look of yours. What’s up? Did Nadine dare to leave you? Doesn’t she love you to death?”

As Brad’s friend, Sammy could tell if Brad was genuinely happy. Brad was clearly off tonight. Plus, he was sure that Brad’s bad mood wasn’t because of Jean.

If it were, he could’ve just brought her from the hospital to drink and chat here. Naturally, the conflict.

would be resolved.

But Jean wasn’t here. So, that meant that the person bothering Brad was someone else. There were only two women in Brad’s life–Jean and Nadine. If it wasn’t Jean, then it had to be Nadine.

Mentioning Nadine made Brad’s face even darker. He looked raging mad. Even Alex who sat nearby

noticed it.

“Brad, spill the beans. What’s going on? Nadine loves you so much. How could she fight with you? Is it because of Jean?” Sammy asked.

But Brad wasn’t in the mood to reopen old wounds. He downed a large glass of liquor and staggered up from the couch. “You guys can continue drinking. I’m heading back.”

For some reason, that image of Nadine staring at him with lifeless eyes had been stuck in Brad’s mind. The desolation and despair in her eyes and the dead silence made him uneasy.

It was because of those melancholy eyes that Brad felt that he was probably thinking too much. Maybe he just needed to drown his thoughts in alcohol.

But the more he drank, the clearer his mind became. Those lifeless eyes became more vivid.

Although Nadine hadn’t said or done anything, she made him unhappy. It felt like a hook was lodged in his heart causing a faint and formless pain. The pain wasnt acute, but it brought a suffocating sense of confinement.