Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Utterly inebriated, Brad felt slightly sluggish. It took him several seconds to open his eyes when he realized that someone was shaking his arm. 

His vision swam due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed, and he couldn’t even make out the silhouette of the person before him. As a result, he failed to recognize the woman before him. 

“Who are you?” 

Brad looked far from his usual stern and reserved demeanor when he was drunk. His features softened, 

making him seem more approachable. 

Seeing that he failed to recognize her, Jean knew he was genuinely intoxicated. She smirked, grabbing his hand to place it on her face. 

Feeling the warmth of his touch, she whispered, “Brad, it’s me. Your beloved Jean.” 

Behind her, Alex gagged, and he nearly cursed out loud. Why the hell must he witness such a nauseating 

scene? 

Fuck! If vomit could drown a person, he bet Jean would definitely be submerged in everyone’s vomit 

within an hour. She was truly disgusting! 

Unable to bear it any longer, he dashed out of the private room and called Nadine instead. Jean had longed for Alex, the third wheel, to leave sooner. Once the door closed, she felt ecstatic at the fact that 

she was finally alone with Brad in the private room. 

Nuzzling his hand against her face, she said, “See, Brad, it’s really me! It’s been six years, don’t you miss 

me? I’ve missed you so much!” Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Lying on the sofa, Brad felt extremely dizzy. Jean’s outline kept swimming in his vision, and he finally couldn’t help but curse under his breath. 

talk? You’re 

Visibly displeased, he withdrew his hand and snapped, Can you stop moving when you talk? Y making me dizzy! Are you a wobbling doll? Aren’t you tired of the constant swaying?” 

The effects of the red wine were overwhelming. At this point, Brad could hardly distinguish where he was. Everything in his view was literally spinning as his dizziness worsened. 

Jean heard him clearly, and she was certain that he was really drunk. She was spiraling in glee. 

are you di 

“Brad, You’ll feel better if you kiss me, though. Come on, try it.” 

As she spoke, she leaned toward his lips. Just as she was about to kiss him, Brad suddenly swatted in the air. His vision was a blur under the influence of alcoho 

He couldn’t see a thing, so he merely acted without thinking. “Go away! Don’t bother me! Stop swaying. will you? You’re driving me mad! Cameron! Get him here now! Get rid of all this annoying stuff!” 

Brad was ultimately wasted. He didn’t even recognize Jean, 

Chack 176 

Seeing his hand swing toward her, Jean backed away in haste. She was worried that he might hit her. Thanks to her swift reflex, she dodged the slap, but she broke out in a cold sweat. 

She grabbed Brad’s hand again, holding both his hands in a tight grasp. “Brad, it’s Jean. Your beloved 

Jean. Look, I’m so soft.” 

As Jean spoke, she guided his hand toward her chest.