The crystal chandelier cast a bright light on Nadine and Brad at the dining table.
From Nadine's perspective, she could see Brad's dark hair.
It was slightly wavy, and some loose strands of hair covered his eyebrows, softening his otherwise sharp figure.
His hair was smooth. It exuded a faint scent of shampoo, a fragrance Nadine was familiar with.
At that moment, Nadine was standing while Brad was sitting.
She could clearly see his chiseled face, the sharp lines of his jaw, which were as perfect as a statue, and his deep black eyes that glimmered with a cold light. He was staring fixedly at her.
His gaze made her feel uneasy.
After hearing Brad's words, the maids hurriedly cleared the table in fear of getting reprimanded.
In just seconds, the dining area was spotless. Nadine and Brad were left alone.
Nadine wanted to leave, but Brad trapped her legs again. Suppressing her frustration, she asked him to release her. "Brad, I've fed you as you wished already. What else do you want? You only took a knife for me. You're neither sick nor disabled. Why are you making things difficult for me? Besides, you didn't only save me, you also saved Gigi. It's a win-win situation. Why do you have to keep torturing me?"
If she was capable, she'd have given him a piece of her mind by now.
Brad had repeatedly hurt her and given her false hope.
The disappointments had left her heart battered and bruised. She had experienced too much, and it was a disaster.
Nadine wasn't afraid of Brad getting angry at her, but she feared his kindness.
Sometimes, she was worried that she might be losing her sanity.
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This book is dragging 😩...