Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 496

Chapter 496

It had always been Vance, yet he had still lost Rebecca.

Some crew members had taken photos and videos. They showed them to Rebecca and politely asked if she minded. If she did, they would delete them immediately.

She watched the footage. In the deep night at sea, a single beam of light from the ship had turned the deck into a stage. She had danced within that pool of light, with only the wind and harmonica as soundtrack.

It was breathtakingly beautiful-not because her dancing was flawless, but because of the entire scene. It was one of the most beautiful stages she had ever performed on.

“It’s fine,” she said, returning the phone. “Thank you for capturing the beautiful moments.”

She even wanted to ask them to send her the video, but unfortunately, her phone was lost.

“Hey, why don’t we all dance together?” someone suggested.

It was the same sailor who had poured her the bourbon earlier.

The others teased him. “What do you know about dancing?”

“I was known as the Dancing King back in my younger days,” he boasted with a grin.

“Show us!” The group started cheering him on.

The older sailor didn’t hesitate. He called to Vance, “Bro, play something.”

Vance hadn’t played harmonica in years and only knew a few tunes well. He thought for a moment, then started the Doll and the

Little Bear Dance.

In the cheerful melody, the older sailor danced like a playful bear. Rebecca laughed and bounced along with him.

“Come on, everyone! We’re all black bears tonight!” the sailor called out, laughing.

Vance paused, clearly not intending the song to be interpreted that way.

“Keep going, brother! Or do you want to join the dance?” the sailor shouted, enjoying himself.

Vance quickly resumed playing, noting that they had less than three hours until the next port. Rebecca lost herself in the joyful atmosphere. The fear, seasickness, and cold all faded away.

All that remained was pure enjoyment. Even the effects of the alcohol burned off through the movement

When the ship prepared to dock, the group finally dispersed. Vance returned the harmonica to the older sailor. “I used this. I’ll buy you a new one.”

“No need. We’re not picky out here,” the sailor replied, tucking it away. “Next time we cross paths, we’ll drink together again.”

“Deal,” Vance agreed readily.

As the ship slowly approached the dock, the lights of the port came into view.

He walked over to Rebecca, whose face was flushed from dancing and drinking. “We’re almost there. Not scared anymore?”

She was panting and sweating a little. Fear was no longer the subject. She asked, “How are we getting back to Soliaridge?”

“We could stay the night.”

“No.”

The thought of spending even one more night anywhere near him, even in separate rooms, was impossible.

She asked, “Do you know where my bag and phone are?”

He shook his head slightly. “They should still be in the car. We’ll ask the police if they’ve recovered it.”

She thought about the situation, Even without her phone or money, she could take a cab home and pay later.

“If you don’t want to stay overnight, we can take a cab We’ll just get home around sunrise.”

“That’s fine. I want to go home.”

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