Please Give Me Another Chance, Mrs. Hamilton novel Chapter 850

After organizing her notes, Nadine was about to go to bed. When she picked up her phone to check the time, she noticed several unread messages. Moving to open them, she found messages from Brad.

Brad: "Good evening. Have you gone to sleep?"

Brad: "Good evening, my friend!"

Brad: "Good evening, stranger."

Brad: "Good evening, person."

Brad: "Don't forget to attend my wedding tomorrow at 9:00 am, Nadine. Remember to bring a gift!"

Nadine went through all the messages again and pieced together what was going on. It turned out that he thought their relationship was drifting apart because she hadn't been replying.

However, something about it inexplicably made her laugh. Hence, after reading the messages, she decided to respond. "If I don't reply, are you going to have kids by then?"

Brad was so childish, it was almost laughable. No sooner had she sent her reply than his response came through.

Brad: "Who are you? And how do you have my mom's number?"

"He's such a drama queen," she thought. Nadine rolled her eyes at the ceiling, put her phone down, and decided not to reply. She was about to go to sleep when her phone buzzed again.

Brad: "Hi gorgeous, it's dark and cold outside. Could I come over for a hot cup of chocolate to warm myself up?"

The smile on his face faltered. He had hoped his act would tug at her heartstrings. Even if it didn't get him dinner with Nadine, at least she might let him stay the night. But he ultimately got nothing.

It was clear that she didn't feel anything for him anymore. She treated him like he was less than a stranger. He didn't accept the cup of hot chocolate she handed him. Instead, he stared at her with pitiful, soulful eyes.

Alex had told him that if he wanted to win Nadine back, he'd have to swallow his pride. If he couldn't do that, he had no chance of getting her back. Brad clutched his stomach with his right hand, his face pale as he looked at her. "My stomach hurts. Do you have any medicine? Can you give me a few of them?"

Nadine gritted her teeth, glancing at the cup in her hand and then at Brad's pitiful expression. After a moment's hesitation, she decided to help him. "Wait here!" With that, she handed him the cup and turned back inside to look for the medicine.

The moment she walked away, his lips curled into a sly smile. He slipped inside through the partially open door and plopped himself down on the couch. Brad clutched his stomach with one hand and the cup of hot chocolate with the other. His brows were knitted together as if he was in severe pain.