Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

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Love Letters? Rebecca had no clue that Obadiah had ever written anything to her.

She glanced back, but Vance scooped her into his arms and strode out of the room without a word. In the private room, stunned silence hung in the air as classmates exchanged wide-eyed looks.

What? Obadiah had a crush on Rebecca?

Obadiah thrashed against the guys restraining him. “Let me go! I am going to smash that hypocrite!”

“Obadiah, you are plastered. Chill out,” they urged, gripping tighter to stop him from bolting after Vance.

“How did Vance even get here? Who invited him?” someone asked.

“I did,” a guy admitted sheepishly, raising his hand. “He said he was picking up Rebecca. I wish I had not told him our spot.”

“Why not?” Obadiah howled. “I wanted him here! So, I could finally give him a piece of my mind!”

“Obadiah!”

“Do not hold me back! You all know how much Rebecca loved dancing, right? She would dance during morning drills, after classes, and even after evening study. Sometimes, she would flip mid-stride while walking down the hall. Dance was her everything, but now her leg is wrecked. How heartbroken she must be! Vance fed us lies about her avoiding hangouts. He must be keeping something from us!” Obadiah roared. “Where is he? Bring that bastard back here! He needs to answer for me!”

By then, Vance had long since departed with Rebecca. His car waited curbside. He cradled her, unlocked the passenger door, and eased her inside.

As he slid into the driver’s seat, she fumbled for the handle and tried to escape. He locked the doors

instantly.

“Unlock it! I want out!” she demanded.

Her head pounded heavier by the second. The alcohol’s grip tightened relentlessly.

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m not!”

She had heard everything clearly, including him calling her honey-a term he had never used before.

He usually referred to her by her full name or, at most, as Mrs. Bradford, typically when he was being sarcastic.

She could sense his bad mood, but that was his normal state. Whatever! She didn’t care.

“It’s hot! Let me out,” she repeated, reaching for the door again.

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The air conditioning had just started, and it wasn’t cool yet. Vance rolled down the window to let in some

cool air.

“What did you mean earlier in the private room?” he demanded coldly.

“W-What?” Rebecca blinked.

She was unsure which part he was referring to. She had said plenty that night.

“About your pumpkin pie… What did you mean by not sharing it with anyone?” He rested his hand on the steering wheel and looked straight ahead.

“Mm… Not giving it to Vance.” Her head grew laden, and she closed her eyes slightly.

“Why not?” he pressed.

A memory fragment resurfaced in her mind, and Vance’s past words echoed, “The pumpkin pies you gave me were just a trick to win me over.”

She smiled bitterly, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “Because I don’t want to chase him anymore. I gave my pumpkin pie to the wrong person.”

“Oh? The wrong person?” He leaned over. “Who were you giving it to, then?”

“To…” Her mind was muddled, but she remembered her earlier statement that she would keep it to

herself.

“To Obadiah?” he pressed tightly.

That was when it clicked. Obadiah had mentioned writing her love letters.

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