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When Nadine married Brad, he had already investigated her family history thoroughly. There was in the Scott family called “Jack” or any similar–sounding name. Or was it “Jacque“? 

Brad leisurely sat on the couch. His mind was preoccupied with thinking of names that sounded like “Jack 

However, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the kitchen. 

The kitchen in Phoenix Villa was an open–concept one. It allowed him to have a clear view of what was happening in the kitchen. 

Nadine was wearing a blue floral apron and busying herself at the stove. 

She had a slender figure and a perfect balance of curves in all the right places. Her chest and hips were 

perky and full, while her waist was so narrow it could be encircled with one hand. It was a classic 

hourglass figure with impeccable proportions. 

Just the sight of Nadine from behind made Brad’s blood stir. He could already picture her writhing 

underneath him. 

Brad took a deep breath, suppressing the surge of emotions. He lit a cigarette and went to the balcony to 

smoke. He had to admit that he enjoyed being taken care of by Nadine even though he didn’t love her. 

When Brad met Nadine, it was right after Jean had left him. 

Jean had left without a word, disappearing without a trance. Initially, Brad refused to believe Jean had 

abandoned him. So, he turned Janctera City upside down to look for her. He searched for her until he 

fainted by the roadside and was taken to the hospital by a passerby. 

Only then did he realize that Jean was gone for good. 

As Brad sought solace by the sea, he saw Nadine attempting to drown herself. He then rescued her 

without a second thought. 

After learning about her plight, he decided to marry her. After all, it didn’t matter whom he married 

because it’d never be his true love, Jean. 

“Dinner’s ready. Come and eat.” Nadine’s gentle voice interrupted his thoughts. Brad stubbed his cigarette 

out and tossed it in the trash before making his way to the dining table 

Nadine was aware of Brad’s high standards. She was afraid he might use any excuse to withhold Seans 

whereabouts and explained cautiously, “There weren’t many ingredients in the fridge–only pasta and 

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“So, I made you a plate of Pasta Pomodoro. If it’s not to your liking, I can order takeout.” Nadine only had 

one thought–to find Sean as soon as possible. 

Sean couldn’t sleep well in unfamiliar places and needed her presence to fall asleep. It was already so 

late, and she worried about how he was faring. 

Brad didn’t complain about the simplicity of the meal. He sat down, picked up the fork, and started eating. 

The soft pasta was mixed with a rich, red tomato sauce. Not only that, it was topped with basil and grated 

Parmesan cheese. The entire house was filled with its delicious aroma. 

Having skipped dinner and consumed alcohol, Brad’s head was fuzzy and his stomach uncomfortable 

The hot bowl of pasta alleviated all his discomfort. 

He had to admit that Nadine knew his preferences well, She made food that perfectly suited his taste. 

Such a woman should stay at home to tend to the household and raise children. What was she doing looking for a job? It was a disgrace to the Hamiltons. 

“It’s alright. This is fine,” Brad responded. He liked Nadine best when she was obedient and gentle, 

especially after returning home. 

After a long day at work, he was exhausted. A sweet smile and a delicious meal awaited him as he came 

home. All he had to do was just wash his hands and eat. 

After enjoying the meal, he went to his study. Without a care, Nadine’s soft body would be one with him after 10:30 p.m. 

Brad couldn’t understand why Nadine would suddenly ask for a divorce after becoming accustomed to this lifestyle.