Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 566

Chapter 566

Rebecca picked up a piece of black bread, dipped it in the stew broth, and took a bite.

It was still very hard and chewy. The parts not soaked in broth were tough enough to hurt the inside of her mouth.

She imagined Darren eating this kind of bread and, perhaps because of the alcohol, his image grew clearer in her mind She began to remember that no matter what he ate, he always seemed genuinely happy.

There had been one time…

She had practiced so late that when she finally reached the cafeteria, most trays were already empty. Only Darren was still at the counter.

She usually didn’t pay much attention to him, but that day she noticed how much he ate. His tray was twice the size of hers and piled high with rice. Only two dishes remained at the window–a bit of cabbage and some meat. He looked ready to take it all.

Noticing her arrival, he only took half a scoop of cabbage and started to leave. She guessed he was leaving the meat and the rest for her.

“Hey, let’s split the meat,” she called after him.

How could he eat that huge tray of rice with only half a scoop of cabbage? But he turned around with a mysterious smile.

“I know a real delicacy. Want to come eat it with me?”

“Huh?”

She was intrigued by his expression. Delicacy?

She ended up going with him, mostly out of guilt. If he was tricking her, she figured she could at least split the meat with him. He led her into the school woods to hunt for cicada nymphs. When he piled a small mound of them in front of her, she nearly lost it.

On their way back, he said, “You know, locusts are good, too. Next time

There was no next time! Absolutely not!

She didn’t even wait for him to finish before grabbing her plate and running away as fast as she could she didn’t want to hear another word.

His laughter followed her–happy and carefree. He always seemed to be that happy.

Rebecca’s eyes grew misty. Surrounded by the warmth of the fireplace and the aroma of stew, she felt as if she had returned to that evening.

The cicada nymphs sizzled on the crude stone stove. In front of her, the boy took off his school jacket for her to hold and wore only a loose T–shirt while chasing after the insects.