Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

"Oh? I take it you came here to find out the details about what happened back then? If you want me to tell the truth, have your bodyguard step aside and hold me. Then, I'll tell you everything."

The moment her true identity was revealed, Jean lost everything, including Evelyn's protection. Now, her only means of getting out of this wretched place was to count on Brad.

Even though her health had deteriorated, she planned to use her body as a weapon to win Brad over. Only by doing so could she have any hope of leaving this dreadful place.

Brad's expression was cold, and his gaze was ice-cold as he stared at Jean, who was smiling coyly. His eyes were deep and unreadable. The overhead light bathed him in a soft glow, but his handsome face was clouded with disdain. Jean had never seen him look at her this way.

"I'm giving you a chance right now. If you don't take it, I'll leave and never see you again. However, if your answer is useful to me, I might consider improving your current living conditions."

The basement was damp and dark, with a musty smell. The furniture was basic, and even the blanket on her bed felt damp to the touch.

Jean was extremely sensitive to the cold. Even when she wrapped herself tightly in the blanket at night, she would wake up shivering in the middle of the night. If Brad could provide her with some heating equipment, it would be a huge relief.

Even though she was unwilling to accept this outcome, she hesitated. The idea of wrapping her arms around Brad again and depending on him felt like an insurmountable challenge.

It might be wiser to take this rare opportunity to secure some benefits for herself. Otherwise, she might very well freeze to death in this hellhole.

Noticing that Brad was about to turn and leave, Jean hurriedly asked, "What exactly can you give me? How are you planning to improve my life here?"

Love was an elusive concept, difficult to hold onto. She would be better off securing some tangible benefits.

Noticing the change in her tone, Brad stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. "If you're willing to tell me the truth, I'll arrange for some heating equipment and a few thick blankets to be sent here."

Having dated Jean for several years, he was well aware of her habits and knew she was particularly sensitive to the cold. His offer was designed to tempt her.

The terms made her waver. Jean licked her lips and looked at the strikingly handsome Brad with a smile.

"It's a deal! Since you're being so sincere, I'll meet you halfway! I was the woman who showed up at

Palace Hotel that rainy night sivetnoveldrama

years@go! I sent you the message from my phone, and I gave you the room number. Don't you remember?"

As it was her only lifeline, she would never tell Brad the entire truth-only a fool would lay all their cards on the table. Her story was nine parts truth and one part lie. She'd let him figure out which was which.

"Back then, your grandfather detested me and forced me to leave the country, and you were too ill to help me. What else could I do? I had no choice but to leave, even though it broke my heart.

"The night before my departure, I

thought long and hard and realized I couldn't bear to leave you without saying goodbye. So, I sent you a message, asking you to meet me at the hotel near the airport. That way we even if I had to rush for my flight the next day, I could still see you one last time.

"Do you really not remember anything, Brad? It was my first time that night even kept the sheet with my bloodstain on if you don't believe me, check the third drawer on the left side of my vanity in the house we used to live in."