Take away the evidence she had saved? No way!
Seeing that Nadine had no intention of showing him her phone, Brad scoffed. "Are you just making things up, then? Jeanie is so pure. How could she ever do something like this?"
Brad knew about Jean's feelings for him. He also knew that she had always wanted to make out with him. He had known this for a long time.
Strangely enough, Brad never felt any physical desire for Jean although she was his first love. In fact, he instinctively avoided any intimate contact with her. Whenever she tried to kiss him, he'd dodge.
Seeing that he refused to face reality, Nadine rolled her eyes dramatically. With a condescending tone, she said, "Your Jeanie is pure, your Jeanie is kind. Compared to her, every other woman is a witch.
"So, if you believe in her so much, why do you want to see the photos? Why not just go to her directly? What are you doing here, trying to make your presence known? Are you just trying to prove that your brain is full of crap?"
Damn it! What was Brad even thinking? Nadine really wanted to crack his head open and see what was inside.
If Jean was so perfect and worthy of his trust, then why ask Nadine for the photos? Such trash!
Nadine was fuming. Her eyes were slightly reddened by the rage she harbored, glaring fiercely at Brad.
In this state, she looked more vibrant and lively. The anger in her eyes only served to annoy Brad even more.
Brad frowned, though he remained impassive. His hand on her shoulder tightened as he spoke in a low voice. "If you have evidence, show it. Stop rambling on with nonsense. Don't even think about falsely accusing Jeanie."
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This book is dragging 😩...