Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267

+25 Bonus

The commotion finally brought the hotel manager down. Both sides explained what had happened.

Vance pulled out his passport and showed the manager the marriage-certificate photo on his phone, proving he was Rebecca’s husband and the key was his.

“Throwing away a guest’s belongings is irresponsible,” he said brusquely. “If this key fell into the wrong hands, they could walk right into our home.”

The receptionist reasoned, “We called the guest. She told us to throw it away.”

“Impossible!” Vance shot to his feet. “That’s the key to our home. Why would she ever say that? And it has our picture on it.”

He refused to believe Rebecca would discard their home key. It was something so important, with their photo attached. She would never hand it over to strangers in a foreign country and tell them to toss it.

It had to be the hotel’s fault.

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll call her again right now so you can hear for yourself,” the receptionist retorted.

Vance caught the crucial detail. The receptionist had Rebecca’s new phone number.

“Give me her number. I’ll call her,” he requested.

The receptionist refused instantly. “Absolutely not. We cannot release guest information.”

“I’m her husband!” he shouted.

The receptionist suddenly realized something, pointing at him. “You’re her husband, and you don’t have her number? You’re a fraud! I’m calling the police!”

“I…” He lost his tongue.

In the end, the police were called. They confirmed Vance was Rebecca’s husband, but they refused to give him the key. “Who knows if you two are divorced?”

He had no comeback, finally giving up on the key but pleading to have the keychain.

“After she checked out, which city did she go to?” he asked, clutching the keychain.

The receptionist rolled her eyes. “You’re her husband, and you don’t know where she went?”

Vance knew he would get nothing more out of her.

That evening in Venice, the city glowed with lights. Pigeons wheeled over St. Mark’s Square while a blonde woman in a red gown sang opera, accompanied by a violin.

Rebecca, Desmond, Helia, and a girl from the troupe had just finished a gondola ride and were stepping

ashore.

1/2

+25 Bonus

Desmond jumped out first, then turned back to help Rebecca. The gondola rocked suddenly, and she swayed.

He quickly lifted her straight onto the dock. From certain angles, it looked like she had thrown herself into his arms.

The moment she steadied herself, she saw someone standing in the shadows. Vance had somehow come to Europe. Vance’s brows were locked tight as he walked toward her.

Helia and the other girl looked at him curiously. Desmond turned, sensing the tension.

A fist was flying at his face. In the nick of time, Rebecca shoved him aside. The punch missed him and

nearly clipped her instead.

Not done, Vance lunged again.

Desmond’s temper flared. He twisted his wrist, ready. “I’ve wanted to punch you for a long time! Come on!

Vance’s face was thunderous as he swung again.

P

Comments

Support

Share

5