Please Give Me Another Chance, Mrs. Hamilton novel Chapter 435

Brad managed to scramble out of the fountain soon after being pushed in. Alas, he was drenched from head to toe, shivering uncontrollably in the cold wind, his teeth chattering loudly.

He couldn't believe that Nadine would do this to him. Had she not run off, he would've finished her right then and there. "Just you wait, Nadine Scott!" he said through gritted teeth, climbing out of the fountain. All traces of inebriation had vanished completely.

Noticing he was drenched, his bodyguards hurried over to help him out of the fountain. "Mr. Hamilton, are you alright? Would you like to go to the hospital?"

Anyone could see that Brad was livid. His eyes were blazing with anger, and he looked like he could devour anyone in his path. The bodyguards kept their heads down, not daring to meet his gaze.

Suppressing his rage, Brad climbed out of the fountain and plopped down unceremoniously on the concrete. He then ordered the bodyguards, "Bring the car around. I want to go home."

The last vestiges of his drunkenness evaporated. He hadn't expected Nadine to be so cruel to him. A wave of bitterness and other complicated emotions welled up inside him. If she hadn't run away, he would have dragged her into the frigid water with him.

When the car pulled up, Brad climbed in, looking utterly disheveled. He ordered the driver to take him home, his eyes filled with a cold fury. "Nadine Scott, you've done it now."

To his surprise, Jean called him not long after he arrived at Phoenix Villa. Her voice was filled with urgency and concern as she asked, "Brad, are you okay? Have you been to the hospital? Do you want me to come with you?"

She was genuinely concerned about Brad's well-being. Every bit of her anxiety was real, so much so that it affected the way she sounded.

At that moment, Brad was her only hope. She felt that he was the only thing that could pull her out of this misery.

Brad listened to her quietly without saying a word. He then responded coldly, "It's getting late. You should get some sleep." With that, he hung up without a second thought.

Then, with the help of his bodyguard, he went upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as he entered, his eyes landed on the sight of the neatly made bed—a bed he and Jean had shared. Yet, for some reason, it bothered him.

Consequently, he called for the housekeepers and had them toss out the huge bed that could easily fit three people. Meanwhile, he grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed to the guest room to take a shower.