Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Vance shot her a sullen look. “Mr. Schroeder, hospitals have visiting hours, right? The patient needs rest

now, so…”

His message was clear. He wanted Desmond to leave.

Desmond felt a flash of embarrassment. He truly disliked this man. In any other setting, he might have pushed back.

But this was a hospital. Rebecca was injured, and no matter what, Vance was still her husband.

For her sake, he swallowed his irritation and got up. “I’ll head out. Rest well, Rebecca. I’ll visit again soon.”

“Sorry about this,” she muttered, still angry at Vance’s rudeness.

“No worries at all. Heal up. Catch you later.” He winked-the private signal for “see you with the troupe.”

Once Desmond was gone, Vance stared at her. “What was that code? Catch you later? Where exactly are you two planning to meet? Don’t forget who you are, Mrs. Bradford!”

She pulled up the blanket. “Hospitals have visiting hours. The patient needs rest. You should leave.”

“You’re kicking me out?” He pointed at the door. “You defend that kid and shove me aside. What do you mean?”

“Literal meaning.” She leaned back against the headboard. “See yourself out.”

Anger flared across his face. He glanced at the uneasy caregiver nearby. “Who are you?”

“The caregiver,” the woman stammered.

“So, you hired proper help,” he sneered. “Please give us the room.”

The caregiver looked at Rebecca, who gave no objection. It dawned on her that the man was Rebecca’s husband and that they were having a spat.

She slipped out but stayed close, ready to go back anytime if Rebecca needed her.

Vance sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over. His hands braced on either side of Rebecca’s body.

“Why did you block me?” he demanded.

She thought for a second. “The subsequent issues require minimal contact. You settle the contract and cash out those items. Then I’ll drop the case. The rest can be sorted over the phone. There’s no need to stay connected on social media. I don’t want to scroll my feed and run into something disgusting that ruins my mood.”

“Disgusting? Who exactly are you calling disgusting?” he demanded.

She arched a brow. Whoever reacted first was the one who fit. 1

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“Damn it!” He grew agitated, cursing openly. “I’ve never posted anything on social media in my life! How am I ruining your feed?”

She gave a sarcastic hum. Posting and deleting it didn’t count? That was funny.

He stared at her, then suddenly leaned in and kissed her hard. She was caught off guard, unable to believe he’d do that to a patient.

Her head injury still throbbed. “Are you out of your mind?”

“If I’m disgusting, what does that make you?” he snorted. “The one who eats it?”

Her stomach, still unsettled from last night’s drinking, churned at his words. She leaned over the bed’s edge, fighting the urge to vomit.

He kicked the trash can closer. “Why do you puke every single time I kiss you?”

Nothing came up, but her patience snapped.

She lifted her head and fired back, “We’ve been married for years. Haven’t you been moaning Catherine’s name every time you take care of yourself? Can’t I be sick of that?” 4