Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 564

Chapter 564

Gradually, the crowd grew, and the night deepened. The pub came alive with its most magical hour.

In the small open space in the center, a band took the stage. The moment the accordion played the first cheerful note, guitars and cellos joined in, launching straight into an Irish jig.

Rebecca had never danced this style before. At first, she only watched, but the energy in the room kept rising until the whole

was boiling over.

When the free, old–fashioned step dancing began, she couldn’t resist any longer. She grabbed Heather and went onto the floor

It didn’t matter if they knew the steps; they could just follow along and learn.

As everyone’s enthusiasm soared, the pub turned into pure chaos. People–strangers and friends alike–laughed and shouted, pushing their way into the tiny central space.

They linked arms, stomped their feet, and danced with clumsy, passionate joy. The air ignited with a raw, all–embracing happiness.

In the middle of the frenzy, Rebecca lifted her head. Her gaze cut through the moving bodies and unexpectedly locked with

another pair of eyes.

It was Vance who had come up to dance, too. He clearly had no idea what he was doing; his movements were hilariously clumsy. Like an awkward bear, he bounced along with Anna, who seemed to be enjoying it.

Rebecca thought it was nice. It looked like Vance had finally learned how to be a worthy boyfriend. Who would have imagined he would ever go to a pub and dance just to make his girlfriend happy?

The music grew faster, pushing the atmosphere to its peak. Those who didn’t know the steps quickly fell behind. Many stumbled and nearly fell in the crowded space.

Vance was one of them. He was bouncing right beside Rebecca when someone bumped into him. His teet tangled, and he pitched straight toward her. She jumped back instinctively, and he crashed into a local man instead.

The man quickly steadied him. The two of them looked at each other and burst out laughing.

When the song ended, Rebecca was sweating and breathless. She hurried off the floor, desperately thirsty, and gulped down he large pint of dark beer.

The night passed in pure, wild abandon. Here, there were no grudges op complicated emotions just music, dance, and beet When they got tired, they went down for a drink. And when they drank enough, they went back up qui ed

Rebecca had never experienced anything this uninhibited in her lite It felt incredibly freeing, hike standing at the esige så the world and forgetting all the worries of ordinary lite

The aftereffects were strong. Not only did she keep humming the tunes and bouncing as they left the pub, but her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol

And she wasn’t the only one Everyone else was singing and dancing the way back to their lodymys

The village was still hively even at this hour When they finally returned to the guesthouse, the boat had prepared toed the nich aroma of meal greeted them the moment they stepped inside

It was a traditional Irish stew Their host, a red nosed Irishman, enthusiastically invited them to eat. The table held not only siew but fresh oysters, potato pancakes, and plenty of beer

Rebecca, Heather, and the others sat down without hesitation. Then the host called two more people to the door Vance and

Anna.

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