Please Give Me Another Chance, Mrs. Hamilton novel Chapter 817

Brad had come all the way to Pittsbrew, and it definitely wasn't to sleep on the couch. How long had it been since he last held Nadine in his arms while they slept? He couldn't even remember. The only thing he remembered was the faint fragrance of her skin and the softness of her body.

It was strange, to be honest. Nadine was slender, almost to the point of skin and bones, yet she had all the right curves. Her chest and hips were particularly generous, and though her lower belly had a slight post-pregnancy pudge, it didn't take away from her beauty at all.

It was soft and cushy under his touch, incredibly comforting. Every time they were intimate, he loved to squeeze that little bit of flesh on her lower belly—it felt so good.

For a man who hadn't been able to make love to his wife in such a long time, not being able to sleep in the same bed was nothing short of torture. But he could tell that letting him sleep on the couch was already as far as she was willing to go.

If he pushed any further, she would definitely turn cold and might even book herself a separate room. That would defeat the purpose of being in the same room as Nadine. Hence, without another word, he accepted her decision with a stiff nod, turned on his heel, and lay down on the couch without even bothering to grab a blanket.

Nadine watched the man lie down on the couch and let out a silent sigh of relief. If he had insisted on taking the bed, she would have had no choice but to sleep on the couch. But with Sean in bed, surely the bastard wouldn't try anything funny, right?

Still, seeing him lie there without so much as a blanket tugged at her heart. Nadine walked to the closet, pulled out a blanket, and draped it over him.

Brad snorted, turning his face away with a haughty look, clearly displeased. He shifted slightly, making it clear he didn't want her to touch him. In the process, the gruesome scar on his right arm was unintentionally revealed, catching her eye.

Frustrated, he tossed and turned, his thoughts circling back to Nadine. How could she be so heartless? He'd shown her the scar on his arm, yet she didn't even flinch.

Was it really that hard for her to let him sleep on the king-sized bed? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His anger churned, robbing him of any chance at sleep, and he tossed and turned on the couch.

Even though he didn't utter a word, his constant tossing and turning disturbed Nadine, who had already fallen asleep. She was a light sleeper, and with Sean sleeping beside her, was always worried that he would kick off the covers, making it hard to sleep soundly.

As soon as she was about to drift off, the sound of Brad tossing and turning jolted her awake. When he shifted around for what seemed like the umpteenth time, Nadine couldn't take it anymore. "Brad, could you please stop tossing and turning already?" she hissed.