Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Jean grabbed his slightly cool hand and placed it on her chest. With an infatuated expression, she gazed 

at him and crooned. 

“Brad, you’re so hot. I spotted you among the crowd in a heartbeat back then, and I told myself that you’ll 

be mine in the future! 

“If only your grandfather wasn’t against our relationship. You nearly died from your heart condition back then, so I could only obey your grandfather’s orders and leave for the sake of your well–being. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“If I’d known he had a way to cure your sickness, I would never have left you. Brad, feel my heart. It only beats for you. 

As she spoke, she pressed his hand against the center of her chest and stared at him intently. If it weren’t for the inappropriate setting, she would’ve already stripped and climbed on top of him. 

Jean’s sole purpose of showing up was to have sex with him, after all. So, she chose to go commando and sported a particularly loose pair of jeans. A simple tug was all it took for the jeans to go off. 

She had intended to seduce Brad, but little did she expect things to take a different turn. 

Addled, Brad had no idea what had just happened. He was only well aware that his dizziness was about 

to swallow him whole, rendering everything before him a blur. His vision swam vehemently, and his 

dizziness got even worse. 

He couldn’t help but withdraw his hand to press it against his throbbing temples. “My head hurts.” 

He was suffering from a severe headache. Opening his eyes made him lightheaded, so he snapped his eyes shut instead. He no longer wanted to engage with his surroundings. 

Seeing that he merely withdrew his hand and showed no intention of leaving with her, Jean could only 

compromise. 

She asked gently, “Does your head hurt a lot? Do you want me to massage it for you? You know, I used to learn how to massage for your sake back then.” 

Jean itched to make out with Brad, but he was too drunk to recognize her. Instead, he treated her like a 

maid. 

She was upset, but she couldn’t do anything to a drunk man. Thus, she suppressed her anger and massaged his temples. 

Brad went completely still after a while. Only his nostrils flared slightly with his breathing. 

With both his eyes closed, his thick lashes cast a dark shadow beneath his eyes, emphasizing his narrow under–eye bags. The tilted outline of the shape of his eyes also added to his allure. 

At one point, Jean actually thought of stripping herself bare and forcing herself on him. She’d been lusting after him ever since her return, with her mind often occupied with thoughts of luring him to bed. 

But for some reason, Brad remained steadfast despite her subtle attempts at seduction. In fact, he acted 

like a saint. 

Sometimes, she suspected that he might be impotent. Otherwise, how could he remain indifferent when he encountered a beauty like her? 

Brushing her fingers on his flawless skin, she called tentatively, “Brad, are you asleep?” 

Brad didn’t respond at all. Jean stopped massaging his temples. Instead, she leaned into his face and nuzzled the tip of his nose. 

Brad remained completely still. Both his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be sound asleep. 

Confirming that he’d fallen into a deep slumber, Jean smirked. Her hands snaked toward his shirt and 

unbuttoned it.