Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 672

Chapter 672

“Call the doctor?” Rebecca blinked. “Why? I’m not sick.”

The sweet scent of gardenias stillingered as she stared at the ceiling. Suddenly, everything clicked: she wasn’t in Soliaridge.

She had returned to the present. “So, has it all just been a long dream?”

As she lay there dazed, Josette and Gabriel rushed in.

Josette’s face lit up with relief. “You’re finally awake, sweetheart! You gave me such a fright.”

“Sorry, Grandma,” Rebecca muttered, her voice hoarse from sleeping for too long.

“It’s okay. You’re awake now,” Josette said, patting her hand. “How are you feeling right now? Uncomfortable?”

Rebecca shook her head, just feeling profoundly tired. It was like the heavy, lingering fatigue of sleeping too long on a summer afternoon.

“Just relax,” Josette said softly. “If you’re hungry, I will make something for you.”

Rebecca wasn’t hungry. She looked up to see a half–full IV nourished the whole time.

beside the bed and realized her family had been keeping her

“How long was I asleep this time?” she asked, losing track of time.

Josette hesitated, clearly trying not to alarm her. “Not too long. Just a few days.”

“A few days?” Rebecca blinked.

It had felt like years inside the dream.

The doctor arrived half an hour later and performed a quick exam. Once done, he said, “Preliminarily, she appears fine, still recommend a full hospital check–up.”

“Thank you,” Gabriel said, escorting the doctor out.

Kaitlyn and Josette sat on either side of th

also puzzled by her strange condition.

but I

bed, having mixed feelings. They were relieved Rebecca was awake, but they were

Gabriel returned and stood by the bed with a worried look.

Rebecca looked at them and smiled. “You don’t all have to stand there like you’re paying respect to a body.”

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“Nonsense!” Josette scolded, raising her hand as if to swat Rebecca but gently patting her cheek instead.

Gabriel felt helpless. “That mouth of yours… If you’re not going to say what you want to eat, then don’t talk at all.”

“You’re a Ph.D., Gabe, a scientist turned businessman,” Rebecca teased. “You’re supposed to be a materialist. Don’t be superstitious.”

“The end of science is mysticism,” he retorted, lightly flicking her forehead. “If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll have to help zip your mouth.”

She grabbed his hand. “Can I have some brick–hard salmon?”

He chuckled, understanding that joke. When Josette first arrived in France, she had often complained that the breakfast bread was as tough as a brick.

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