Todos los capítulos de Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford: Capítulo 661 - Capítulo 670

"Vance, the grapes are falling!" Jethro rushed over and took the basin from him. "Was it too full? Too heavy?""Yeah," Vance answered distractedly.He squatted down to pick up the grapes, but his peripheral vision kept drifting to the other side. In the night light, Rebecca's smile at Darren seemed to glow.It reminded him of that afternoon under the camphor tree in front of the teaching building. She had rushed toward Darren like a deer with that same smile."These got dirty. Should we throw them away?" Jethro moved to his side, blocking his view."Yeah." Vance tossed the spoiled grapes into the trash, then returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.By now, everyone had eaten their fill, but it was still early. So, Jethro suggested playing games.Some wanted to play poker, while others suggested idioms or poetry chains. In the end, they settled on the classic Truth or Dare—Jethro's choice."We came out to have fun!" he exclaimed. "Who wants to recite poetry and idioms? T

Vance went inside and checked on Irene first. She was already asleep, a gentle smile on her face even in her dreams.He smiled softly, then went to his room and took a shower.The gift Darren had given him sat on his desk. It was the only real gift he had received this birthday besides the group cake.Of course, he didn't care whether his classmates gave him presents. What bothered him was that he had waited until everyone left, but the so-called universe crystal ball never appeared.The weather had been good that day. In the courtyard, one could see a sky full of stars. The house had been filled with laughter and voices like never before, yet his heart still felt a hollow emptiness he didn't know how to fill.Darren's gift was packed in a small box. He opened it and froze.It was a custom keychain—the kind one could order online. It was a simple item, but the design was not ordinary.After staring at it for a while, he put it back into the box and placed the box in his drawer.

Vance quickened his steps and got on the same bus.It was rush hour, so the bus was crowded. Rebecca got squeezed into the middle, while Vance ended up near the front.Several rows of people separated them. Unless they looked deliberately, they couldn't see each other. So, Rebecca had no idea he was on the bus.Vance could only catch occasional glimpses of her profile when the bus turned. She had gotten quite tan this summer, but it made her facial features look more defined.She was no longer like a timid rabbit. The setting sun cast a golden glow on her profile and made her shine.Some passengers got off, and the crowd loosened a bit. Vance moved closer in her direction until only two or three people separated them.More passengers got on, pushing him even nearer. She still didn't notice him and continued staring out the window.He began to zone out, too, interrupted by a commotion. Rebecca's clear, crisp voice rang out. "What are you doing? Take it out right now!"Vance's at

"There were so many people on the bus. What was there to be afraid of?" Rebecca said matter-of-factly.The road was lined with sycamore trees and bustling crowds. They walked through the throng in silence."Rebecca..." Vance tried several times to speak, but waves of people kept interrupting. By the time they reached the building, he still hadn't gotten the chance.Rebecca had no idea he wanted to talk. At the bakery entrance, she waved. "Bye, I'm heading up."He watched her leave, swallowing the words he wanted to say.Rebecca finished dance practice two hours later. She had arranged for Gabriel to pick her up, but he got stuck in traffic and would arrive in 20 minutes.She debated whether to wait on the sidewalk or go back into the building to browse the mall. When she turned around, Vance was seen standing behind her."Are you off work?" she asked casually."Almost," he said, gazing at the fine beads of sweat on her forehead.She had tied her hair into a high bun, revealing

But Rebecca was already in her thirties mentally.She had experienced every kind of passionate love and hatred. There was nothing she couldn't say."Vance," she said frankly, "I don't like guessing games. Maybe I've misunderstood what you mean, but based on my understanding, I want to tell you one thing. The old Rebecca might have liked you, but I don't."The light in Vance's eyes dimmed rapidly. She wasn't mistaken after all.It was a shame. Why did he always fall for her after she stopped loving him?"Why?" he demanded stubbornly, trying to get to the bottom of it."I already told you," she replied. "I now know what I want. And you're not it."Right then, her phone lit up with a message from Gabriel. He had arrived and asked her to come out."I'm leaving," she said, walking out of the bakery.His gaze remained fixed on her as she walked to the roadside and got into the passenger seat of a luxury car. Through the window, he could vaguely see a young man driving.His pride st