Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

The sound echoed loudly. It was loud enough for Nadine to hear it, even though she wasn’t at the scene. 

Startled, she exclaimed, “What happened?” 

Alex snapped back to reality. With his phone in hand, he rushed back to the private room. “Don’t hang up. I’m going to check.” 

Inside the room, Brad, who had been on the verge of deep sleep, was rudely awakened. Feeling irritated, he couldn’t help but roll over. 

However, he was unaware that there was someone on top of him. His movement was nonchalant, and he didn’t realize Jean was there. He certainly didn’t expect to inadvertently push her off. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Caught off guard, Jean crashed to the floor. Her leg hit the coffee table behind her. Everything on the table toppled to the ground in a chaotic mess. 

The loud noise was the result of her collision with the table. 

Stunned, Jean lay sprawled on the carpet and was unable to move for a moment. 

Meanwhile, Brad, lying on the couch, briefly opened his eyes before closing them again. He was completely unaffected by the commotion. 

When Alex walked in, this was the scene that greeted him. 

Brad resembled a boneless creature, sprawled on the couch with his eyes closed. He showed no sign of waking up anytime soon. It seemed like he had had a bit too much to drink. 

He then noticed Jean lying motionless on the floor, looking dazed. 

“What happened?” he asked, though the scene quickly explained itself. He immediately reported to Nadine on the phone. 

“Oh shit!” 

Without waiting for her response, he swiftly hung up the phone. After the call ended, he felt pleased as he glanced at his phone before casually setting it back down. 

He then walked over to Jean, who was still on the floor and looked down at her with mock concern. “How are you? Didn’t break anything, did you?” 

Honestly, Alex didn’t like Jean at all. Her pretense irritated him. If it weren’t for Brad’s interest in her, he wouldn’t have given her a second glance. 

Seeing her in such a disheveled state, he couldn’t help but feel great. “Serves you right, bitch!” he thought. 

Jean lay curled up on the carpet with a pale face while clutching her injured leg. She looked utterly pathetic. 

Seeing her in such a state, Alex not only failed to help but also seemed to find it amusing. He was acting 

like such a jerk. Furious, she scolded, “Alex, are you even a man? I’m in this state, and you’re doing 

nothing?” 

Alex didn’t even bother responding to her. He just gave her a cold stare. “I don’t need to prove my manhood to you. As long as my woman knows, that’s all that matters. Now, get up. You don’t want your makeup ruined.” 

At that moment, he was grateful that Brad was asleep. If he had witnessed Jean’s true colors, who knew 

how he would have reacted? 

Jean lay on the floor for a while until the pain in her leg subsided enough for her to slowly drag herself up. With a disdainful snort, she shot Alex a venomous glare. “You jerk! You’ll regret this someday!” 

Alex nonchalantly kicked the knocked–over table and shrugged indifferently. “Sure, keep dreaming.”