Please Give Me Another Chance, Mrs. Hamilton novel Chapter 7

The metallic tang of blood and the sting on his lips only fueled Brad's rage. He licked away the blood droplets from his lips, shooting Nadine a suggestive smirk before spitting the blood into a nearby trash can.

A sinister smile crept onto his face. "Did you just bite me?" he asked.

Before Nadine could react, her lips stung again as Brad began biting her relentlessly.

She was momentarily stunned, her mind blank. All she could focus on was the blood staining Brad's lips, a result of her own actions.

For five years, Nadine had treated him with utmost reverence, reluctant to hurt him even a little. And yet, in a moment of desperation, she had bitten him, causing him to bleed.

A wave of regret and anguish washed over her. She shouldn't have hurt him, she thought.

The intense pain on her lips brought her back to her senses, making her realize that even if she persisted or fought until death, Brad would never love her.

Retracting her earlier remorse, Nadine began to push Brad away forcefully. "You bastard, let go of me!"

Sensing her struggle, Brad exerted even more force.

He bit down on her tongue until Nadine stopped resisting. Both their mouths were filled with blood, making it impossible to discern whose blood it was.

Initially, Nadine could still struggle and occasionally gasp for fresh air, but now she was powerless, like a fish on the brink of death, wide-eyed, mouth open, only able to exhale.

Her tongue was numb.

"Bastard… Let go of me…" No matter how much Nadine resisted, she was suppressed by Brad. The disparity in strength between them meant Nadine's struggles were in vain.

Nadine had exhausted her strength long ago. In the end, all that remained were light pushes that were utterly futile.

Sensing her submission, Brad smiled in satisfaction, and momentarily released her soft lips. Just when Nadine thought it was over, Brad's blood-stained lips forced upon hers again.

The familiar scent of grass invaded as Brad's fingers deftly lifted Nadine's clothing, tracing along her tender waist.

Terrified, Nadine's face was drained of color. The intense shame ignited the last of her dwindling resistance, and she hurriedly restrained his wandering hands.

"Brad, you're shameless!"

The next moment, Brad's lips and teeth drowned out her angry outburst.

Brad, not one to mince words, pulled out a handkerchief from his coat and tied Nadine's struggling hands behind her back. His large hand boldly caressed her waist.

"Nadine, you have to suffer the consequences of provoking me!" His tone was light, but it sent shivers down her spine.

Nadine struggled, but Brad suppressed all her efforts. The darkness and confinement of the environment made her increasingly terrified, and the sudden tension of their pressed bodies made her heart race uncontrollably.

Even through the fabric, she could feel the firm muscles underneath, like molten magma beneath a volcano, ready to erupt and engulf her.

In the dimness, even though she couldn't see Brad's expression clearly, she could still sense his intense anger. His grip on her hand was like a vice, causing her excruciating pain.

Jean was his sweetheart, and as long as her name was mentioned, Brad would let go. But his hands did not stop. Instead, they became even more bold.

His slightly cool fingertips landed on her jeans button. He sneered, "Do you even deserve to mention her name?"

Nadine's ears buzzed, only the sound of her heart being pierced was heard. Something had collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Nadine's face drained of color in an instant and her struggles came to an abrupt halt.

Brad couldn't help but smirk at Nadine's reaction, satisfied. "Your ex-lover returns and you want a divorce immediately? Do you think I'm such a loser?"

"I know you've been despising this marriage for five years. I just wanted to fulfill your wishes to be with Ms. Sawyer. I don't have any other motives. Don't drag others into our mess.

"Brad, you despise me, and you despise this marriage too. After we get a divorce, you can openly be with Ms. Sawyer. Wouldn't that be great?"

Nadine listed the various benefits of divorce, trying to persuade Brad who both terrified and enchanted her. However, Brad was unfazed.

He scoffed, "Nadine, listen up! The decision to get divorced isn't yours to make! Don't use Sean's illness as a scapegoat! Resorting to such tactics to lure me here is pathetic!"

Nadine's heart felt like a pincushion, riddled with holes. Her heart was hollow, letting out a chilling draft that sent shivers down her spine.

Watching Brad who was towering over her with bloodshot eyes, Nadine raised her foot and kicked his leg hard.

"You're so rich but you can't even afford a checkup for your brain?"