All Chapters of Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Rebecca stayed quiet, recording whatever Vance said.When the truth about the volunteer work finally came out, she would play this clip and watch his face burn."My grandma always praised a thin volunteer girl, who wiped her down, fed her medicine, and helped her out of bed for check-ups. Such a sweet, kind-hearted girl. After all these years, she hasn't changed a bit."He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her. "And you? I wash your feet all the time."Yes, he had done that after she was injured in the accident. It felt like a lifetime ago—so long ago that she didn't want to dig through the painful memories anymore."Don't you have anything to say?" His hand slid up and cupped her face. "Mrs. Bradford?"She thought for a second. "You could always ask Catherine to wash yours. She's good at it."Catherine could do that for him every day, but Rebecca wouldn't be around to see it.He pinched her nose. "Do you even have a conscience? Getting jealous like this?"There he came a

"Well..." Rebecca was still smiling from the joke, "You asked Aiden to take good care of Catherine, saying you love her so much, but you have to take responsibility for me.""That's it?" Vance stared.She held his gaze. "What else? Are you hiding something?" His eyes flickered. "No, nothing.""Then move your hand. You're blocking my show." She pushed his hand away.He observed her expression. "You're not mad?""Why would I? This show is hilarious." She burst out laughing again.But she didn't get to keep watching, because he suddenly pulled her into his arms, pressing her head against his shoulder. "Rebecca, when is Grandma coming back?"Alarm bells went off in her head. "Why?""The day after tomorrow, okay? I've got a few free days starting then. We can take her on that trip we talked about.""Uh, we'll see. I'm not sure when she's coming back."She and Josette did have a trip planned, just without him."Where did Josette go with her friends? Why did it take so many days?

"Vance, I'm here! Save me!" Catherine screamed."Cathy, it's okay! Don't be afraid! I'm here!" Vance's voice turned frantic.Moments later, he appeared at the top of the stairs on the 11th floor. Sweat had soaked through his shirt, and his usually kempt hair stuck to his forehead.The first thing he did was stare at Catherine. "Cathy, are you okay? Did they hurt you?"She just cried and shook her head. Vance relaxed, turning to Malcolm, "You'd better not have touched a single hair of her!""Interesting," Malcolm laughed."We're only after money. Cash first, then we talk," Elliott said.Malcolm yanked Catherine to her feet and pressed a knife to her throat."What are you doing?" Vance yelled. "Let her go!"Malcolm sneered, "Throw the money over first, then we'll talk about releasing anyone.""Release her first!" Vance demanded."Well then, let's play a fun little game." Malcolm exchanged a look with Elliott, and the latter dragged Rebecca out of the corner.Vance's expressio

Now that Rebecca was safe, fear started to creep in.She nodded to Desmond's question, her hands trembling. Her wrists, which had been grabbed by him during the rescue, were red and stinging."How did you even find me?" she asked.It was the cherry season in the neighboring state, and Joyce loved cherries.With modern delivery and her money, she could have had any fruit she wanted, but this was Desmond's way of showing love.Every year, he went to the orchard himself, picked the freshest cherries, and delivered them in person.Last night, he had driven to the orchard, picked through the night, and arrived back in Soliaridge this morning. Having a noon flight to Arelmoor, he decided to swing by and drop off two boxes for Rebecca to try.When he got to the complex and called, she didn't answer.From the elevator, two men carried a huge box out. He shouldered the cherries and went in, knowing roughly which floor she lived on.It would have been rude to go straight up, but the che

"Desmond Schroeder!" Vance growled through clenched teeth. "Let's get one thing straight. Wherever you are doesn't matter. Rebecca is my wife, and you have no business being near her!""Really?" Desmond refused to back down. "If I hadn't shown up today, she would have either jumped or had her face sliced open. Is that what you wanted?"Vance grabbed him by the collar. "Kid, I don't care how powerful your family is. Stay away from my woman!"Desmond gripped his fist. "Get this straight. She is herself and a dancer. She is not anyone's woman or accessory!"Vance swung and punched him square in the jaw. "Ask her! Who is she? Ask her if she is my woman!"Rebecca rushed forward and stepped between them. "Vance, get out! Out of my room!"His eyes widened. "What did you just say? Say it again.""I said get out of my room!" she repeated, planting herself firmly in front of Desmond."You want me to get out of this room?" Vance pointed at himself, incredulous. "Do you even hear yourself?