NovelEnglishWhen Nadine heard Cameron address her as "Mrs. Hamilton", she immediately corrected him. "Cameron, I'm no longer the lady of the Hamilton family. Please don't callthat anymore, okay?" Cameron had always called her that, and she had corrected him countless times, but he never seemed to take her seriously. This time, she didn't want to let it go. Nadine looked at him with a solemn expression, hoping he would break the habit.
However, he flashed her a smile and said, "Oh, don't be so humble, Mrs. Hamilton. Even though you're not the lady of the Hamilton family now, you will be again soon. Just go along with it!" With that, he ran off into the distance.
After stepping out of the hospital, Cameron straightened up and smiled warmly. "Yeah, right. If I stop calling you Mrs. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton would probably makeregret it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Every tI call you that, Mr. Hamilton grins from ear to ear. It's so obvious that I'm almost embarrassed for him!" After muttering that, he glanced around to ensure no one had overheard his ramblings before walking away.
As soon as Cameron left, Nadine and Brad were the only ones left in the room. The atmosphere instantly turned cold and deathly quiet. Initially, she had considered not coming to work, just to avoid him. But what good would that do? Running away wasn't a solution-it never was.
If she chose to stay hjust to avoid Brad, how would she live her life after that? Nadine remembered what Brad had said to her shortly after their divorce. "What can you even do without me?" At the time, she hadn't answered him. But his words had stuck, simmering in her mind ever since.
She'd made it her mission to prove him wrong-to show him that she could live just fine without him. His words still echoed in her head, but now, just because she didn't want to face him, she was ready to skip work. That would've been a betrayal of all the effort she'd put in to rebuild her life.
After thinking it over, she decided to go to work. Moreover, Seraphina had mentioned there was an important document she needed to give him, so she walked into the office without hesitation.
Even if Brad was a walking disaster, she couldn't back down. Problems had a way of growing when you avoided them. The only way to deal with them was to face them head-on.
When Nadine stepped into his hospital room, Brad's lips curled into a faint smirk. After provoking him, she still had the nerve to show up in front of him again. He thought she had guts indeed.
He couldn't help but admire the woman in the white coat, focusing on her bare neck. Last night, he had strangled her at the peak of his rage. At that moment, he had almost wanted to kill her. But he couldn't bring himself to do it-he only tightened his grip, not enough to kill her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer skin was pale and delicate-the kind that bruised easily. It wouldn't have taken much to leave marks. He glanced at her neck a few more times, relieved to find no visible bruises.
However, he was still angry and didn't want to talk to Nadine. He stood by the window, staying cold and silent.
But deep down, he was restless. If she'd just say something-something soft, something conciliatory-he might consider forgiving the ungrateful woman. Nadine couldn't read his mind, so she had no idea what was going through his head. To her, this was just another routine check-up.
She was about to lower her head and disinfect the medical equipment when the door to the hospital room was pushed open again, and Zara rushed in.
"Nadine, sorry about that. Lethandle these small tasks! You're a doctor, your hands are meant for holding a scalpel, not doing menial jobs." Before Nadine could respond, Zara snatched the disinfectant swab from her hands. "Go ahead and do what you need to do. I've got this!"
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