NovelEnglishChapter 582 The hospital room was quiet and eerie in the dead of night, the sharp scent of disinfectant filling the air. Jean stood barefoot on the cold floor, staring at the man she had been yearning for with teary eyes.
If crying rivers could soften Brad's heart, she would have cried them dry. Unfortunately, Brad, who she had once loved, no longer cared about her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo matter what she did, it would always be wrong in his eyes. He had abandoned their years of love for someone new. Jean couldn't accept it, but she didn't know what else to do but drown herself in tears.
"Brad, please! Letexplain. That incident had nothing to do with me. You have to believe me! Aunt Jessie cto blackmailbecause I didn't give her money or help her bail Harry out. She told you all those things because she hates me. You can't believe her, okay?" Her voice was choked with sobs as she reached out with trembling hands, attempting to grab the hem of his shirt. But Brad deftly avoided her touch.
He was so fast that Jean, who tried to lunge at him, lost her balance and fell hard on the cold tiles. Pain shot through her lower half as she hit the ground, and she cried out in pain.
Brad's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, locking onto the frail figure in front of him. The icy glint in his eyes sent chills down her spine. He gradually approached Jean, who sat on the ground, each footstep echoing like a heavy hammer striking her heart.
Jean could feel him closing in. The suffocating pressure made her breaths quicken. Her heart thundered in her chest, reverberating through the silence of the night like the pounding of a war drum. Each beat was more intense than the last, and it felt like her heart would leap out of her throat.
Under the overhead light, Brad's imposing figure appeared even taller and more intimidating. Each of his movements carried a powerful weight, and his piercing gaze felt like a knife posed to cut Jean where she sat. His gaze bore into her, as if he wanted to see right through her. The overbearing weight of his presence made her acutely aware that she had nowhere to run, no way to escape. All she could do was curse herself for being careless enough to be caught.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLike a drowning person grasping at straws, she looked up at him pleadingly. "Brad, you have to believe me. You can't do this to me! You're my man! We've known each other for so many years. Doesn't that mean anything compared to your six years with Nadine? "Do you have any idea what I've been through during those six years? Have you ever thought about how I felt?"
At this point, no amount of excuses would work, so she decided to play the only card she had left and tam into his emotions instead: After all, Brad had always valued their relationship above all else, so appealing to his emotions might be the only way to regain a fraction of his sympathy. If she still couldn't touch his heart after all this, she'd have no reason to keep clinging to him. Sure enough, all men proved to be heartless.
Brad continued to close in on her, his gaze razor-sharp. The sheer force of his presence sent shivers down ther spine, and dean could feel the ΕΠ. immense pressure bearing down on her like a knife dangling over her neck, threatening to drop at any moment.
Knowing there was no way out, she forced herself to look up and meet his gaze, her eyes shimmering with grievance, confusion, and conftimering vulnerability. She knew exactly how to tug on a man's heartstrings. The battle between her and Brad had only just begun. "If I were to marry another man, would you not hate my husband for stealingaway? Don't be a hypocrite, Brad! Nadine took everything that should've been mine! So what if I cursed her? If anything, I'd say she deserves to die!"
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