Please Give Me Another Chance, Mrs. Hamilton novel Chapter 469

Brad always thought of Nadine as someone with a mild temperament. She was soft in every way, from her body to her personality. Plus, she was easily swayed.

Even when she was upset, he never had to work too hard to make things right again. All he had to do was speak to her softly, and she'd smile once more.

He always thought that Nadine was a woman without a temper—until the moment she handed him the signed divorce papers. The resolve in her gaze and the suppressed emotion behind it made him take a hard look at the woman who had silently stood by him for over six years.

It was still her, still the same face, but something was fundamentally different—and it frightened him.

He had never seen Nadine so distraught. Tears streamed down her face like a broken dam, as though she had lost something she held dear.

He was a man of few words, ill-equipped to offer solace. Yet, he racked his brain to come up with a joke to make Nadine smile. Unfortunately, he was so used to being serious and wasn't good at expressing himself, so his mind went blank and he couldn't come up with anything remotely funny.

He held her slender shoulders, his fingers tracing comforting patterns on her back. His lips were pressed together as words failed him.

For the first time ever, Brad, who had always thrived in the cutthroat world of business, found himself tongue-tied. He hated that he couldn't find the words to comfort her.

Yet, he couldn't help but wonder—what on earth had reduced Nadine to such a tearful state?

In truth, she wasn't seeking solace or pity. All she wanted was to cry and express her longing for Jack. Brad's shoulders were broad and warm, and he made her feel safe. As soon as she leaned on his shoulder, it felt as though the storm had passed and the skies had cleared.

Nadine felt a lot better because she had someone to lean on. However, after hearing the nonsense coming out of his mouth, she muttered, "Nothing good ever comes out of that filthy mouth of yours, Brad!"

As soon as she stopped crying, he pushed her head off his shoulder, his face twisted in disgust. "Don't act like I didn't just do you a favor, Nadine! I lent you my shoulder, and you've gone and soiled my clothes. I haven't even asked you to make up for it, and you're already insulting me? If I'd known you were this ungrateful, I wouldn't have bothered!"

He then pointed to the snot and tear stains on his coat, demanding, "Tell me, how do you plan to compensate me for ruining my clothes?"