Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

In a way, Vance wasn’t entirely wrong.

“I just wanted to ask for your help with solving the problems,” Rebecca clarified.

“Same difference,” he interrupted.

Before she could say more, the money found its way back into her pocket, and he breezed past her, leaving behind a teasing remark. “I haven’t sunk that low just yet, you know.”

That casual exchange was his subtle acknowledgment of the fact that she had once sought his help with her studies. He likely only recalled it in a vague sense, without any of the surrounding context or details.

She alone clung to the memories of those turbulent yet resolute days–times when they had witnessed each other’s lowest moments and deepest struggles.

But then again, such experiences were merely the dark stains in their youthful memories. Perhaps it was for the best that they remained forgotten.

“Rebecca…” Josette whispered, effectively snapping her out of the reverie. “Does he know about it yet?”

Rebecca glanced at Vance’s silhouette in the kitchen and shook her head. “I’m not ready to tell him yet, but I will.”

Josette tenderly stroked Rebecca’s hair. “I will back you in whatever you decide. Just make sure you’re happy above all else.”

“Grandma…” Rebecca felt a wave of warmth flood her eyes as she leaned against Josette’s shoulder.

Vance soon emerged from the kitchen, carrying the steaming pasta. Rebecca was still nestled snugly against Josette.

He set the dishes down, watching the tender moment. “Time for lunch.”

The aroma rising from the pasta was rich and inviting, filling the air with an enticing heat that promised deliciousness.

Rebecca had only had a cup of coffee earlier, which she had picked up while buying pastries for Josette, and after spending considerable time viewing the house, she was now starving.

She gently guided Josette over to the dining table to settle in. She had to admit that the pasta was really good. Vance had even made a side of chili oil to go with it, and as he mixed it in, he asked Josette, “How does it taste?”

Josette’s eyes crinkled as she praised it enthusiastically. He then shifted his attention to Rebecca, seemingly awaiting her verdict as well.

She took a bite, savoring the sweetness of the sauce. “It’s decent enough. If your business ever tanks, you could always open a pasta shop to fall back on.”

Lunch was finished soon, and Vance stood up to collect the plates.

When Josette tried to stop him, he said, “You have no idea how happy I’d be if I could cook for my grandma and help her clean

the dishes.”

The air grew heavy with unspoken emotion. He had once had a loving grandmother, vowing as a young boy to take good care of her when he grew up, but by the time adulthood arrived, she was no longer there to receive his devotion.

“Sometimes, I envy Rebecca for having such a wonderful grandmother who loves her so much,” he confided to Josette in the

kitchen.

Reberca stayed in the living room, with the lively chirping of summer cicadas filling the air, as his words sliced through the

ambient noise–cool and clear. 3