Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 610

Chapter 610

Are you mad?” Vance asked, grabbing her hand.

Rebecca looked down.

The man lying in the bed was frighteningly thin. His lips were bluish, and his eyes were sunken. His bony hand reached out from under the blanket, weakly holding onto her fingers.

She gently pulled her hand free and tucked his back under the collapsed in an instant.

The light mood he had been forcing

“How did you get so thin?” Her nose stung, and the emotions she had

“Why are you crying?” He brushed it off. “The food here is terrible holding back threatened to spill over

That’s all.”

“Then why didn’t you just…” She stopped herself from asking him why he had come all the way here.

Wouldn’t it have been better to stay in the States? Then she remembered Anna was there. Of course, he had to come.

She changed direction. “You can cook, can’t you? Or just hire someone to make proper meals.”

“Too much trouble,” he said with a strained smile. “I’m fine like this. Losing a little weight isn’t bad. I’m almost 30. I don’t want a potbelly.”

“Potbelly?” That familiar ache tightened in her chest again. “You’re skin and bones already.”

He hesitated, his emotion rising and falling before fading away. He couldn’t bring himself to ask if she was worried about him.

In the end, he only managed a bitter smile. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.

“Don’t flatter yourself. Do I look worried?” she sighed. “And seriously, stop smiling.”

If he kept doing that, his wound might tear open.

“Is it that bad?” he asked.

Will you shut up?”

Just then, there was movement outside. He glanced at the door and muttered, “Grandma.”

Josette and Anna had returned.

“Grandma,” Vance said softly, almost like a child complaining, “I’m sick, and Rebecca is still being mean to me

Rebecca was speechless. When had she been mean? He hadn’t changed after all, complaining to Josette about her at every opportunity.

Josette walked over and gently patted his shoulder. “Child, what would you like to eat? I’ll bring it for you tomorrow.”

Vance thought for a moment. “I want pasta.”

The same kind he used to eat every time he visited her house.

“Alright, I’ll make them for you.” Josette stroked his face. “We’ll head back now. Take a good rest. Once you’re better, you and Anna should come over often. I’ll make sure you both put some weight back on.”