All Chapters of Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

"Cold?" Vance asked."I'm fine." Rebecca sneezed again.He looked around them, but there was nothing he could use to warm her. The ship had blankets, but they were the rough ones used by the crew. She would probably mind.He was only wearing a T-shirt and had nothing to offer."Want to go inside the cabin?""No."This was a cargo ship, and the cabins belonged to the crew. She didn't want to take over someone else's space or sleep in a bed that wasn't hers."Wait here," he said, standing up.She figured he was going to find a jacket or blanket, but coldness wasn't the only problem. Seasickness made it worse, nausea churning in her stomach.If the ship rolled any harder, she would vomit. Just then, the wind strengthened, and the entire vessel pitched violently.From the center of the deck, she looked at the pitch-black surroundings. The sea looked like a giant black hole. She imagined a bigger wave flipping the ship and dragging everyone under.She tried to stand and find Vanc

The bourbon was strong and hit fast.As warmth flooded her body, her head grew pleasantly fuzzy. The upside was that the haze dulled her fear.Once the stew was finished, the crew cleaned up and returned to their duties, leaving only Vance and Rebecca on the deck.Vance had never seen her drink anything this potent. Her cheeks were now flushed bright red. "You okay? Not too drunk? Stomach feeling all right?"She had already been seasick and nauseous; drinking probably hadn't helped. Maybe sleep would make it better."Rebecca, stay awake." He started to reach out to pat her cheek, then caught himself. "Open your eyes. Don't fall asleep.""Can you stop bothering me?" she muttered, lifting her heavy eyelids."If you sleep, I'm splashing water on you. Rebecca, wake up, or I'll leave you here alone. Are you not afraid of sea monsters? I'm serious. I'm really leaving now."She cracked her eyes open, saw he was still there, and closed them again.He tried again. "I mean it. Look behi

It had always been Vance, yet he had still lost Rebecca.Some crew members had taken photos and videos. They showed them to Rebecca and politely asked if she minded. If she did, they would delete them immediately.She watched the footage. In the deep night at sea, a single beam of light from the ship had turned the deck into a stage. She had danced within that pool of light, with only the wind and harmonica as soundtrack.It was breathtakingly beautiful—not because her dancing was flawless, but because of the entire scene. It was one of the most beautiful stages she had ever performed on."It's fine," she said, returning the phone. "Thank you for capturing the beautiful moments."She even wanted to ask them to send her the video, but unfortunately, her phone was lost."Hey, why don't we all dance together?" someone suggested.It was the same sailor who had poured her the bourbon earlier.The others teased him. "What do you know about dancing?""I was known as the Dancing King

Once ashore and through the terminal, Rebecca saw a brand new comforter and a pair of shoes.Apparently, they had been delivered under Vance's order. He took out the shoes and helped her put them on.She had been barefoot the entire time, and her feet were cold.She didn't refuse. Although she wanted to draw a strict line with him, there was no need to suffer unnecessarily; she would pay him back later.As for the comforter, she had no idea what it was for and didn't care to ask. She simply walked straight out of the hall.Vance had already called a car."Get in," he said, holding the door open. "Sleep on the way back. The AC will be cold. You've been drinking and sweating. Cover yourself with the blanket so you don't catch a cold."He handed her the comforter. "It's brand new. The delivery guy just brought it.""What about you? Not going back?""You don't want to ride with me, so I'll call another car."That was unnecessary."Just get in. You sit in the front.""All right.

"You'll only get angrier if I tell you," Vance muttered.Rebecca pointed at herself. "I'm already this angry. Just tell me the truth! At least, I'll die knowing the whole story."He gave a bitter smile and opened the app again, pointing to a device labeled "V"."It's a phone I once bought for her. She switched to a new one and stopped using it. But last night, it suddenly started moving," he explained. "I called the police immediately. Then Hugo Ballard called, asking where you were. I suspected it was connected, so I followed the signal to the port, where I saw your shoe."Rebecca's anger drained away, replaced by cold sarcasm."You really are sentimental. You couldn't even unlink an old, discarded phone? What, keeping it makes you feel like Cathy is still with you?""No, it's a work habit. Any small digital trace can serve as evidence for unpredictable situations in the future.""Whatever. I don't care. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. Keep whoever you want linke