The illness came crashing down like a mountain.
Vance thought the medicine had fixed him, but the moment he lay down, the fever roared back that evening It rose and fell for three straight days. Only on the fourth day did it finally stay down.
He had lost a lot of weight and looked hollowed out, with zero energy. The office was out of the question.
Catherine, Aiden, and the others kept messaging in the group or private chat, asking where he had gone. He didn’t want them to worry, so he simply said he was resting at home and handling a few things.
On the fifth day, he received a call from the couture studio.
“Mr. Bradford? The custom autumn collection Mrs. Bradford ordered months ago is ready. When would it be convenient for delivery or shipping? We just need to check if any alterations are required.”
Vance’s wardrobe had always been Rebecca’s domain. He knew the clothes came mostly from private couture plus some ready–to–wear lines, but he had never handled the details. He just paid.
The staff member added, “Mrs. Bradford’s phone has been unreachable, and we couldn’t get her on WhatsApp. She left your number on file, so we had to call. Sorry to bother you.”
“Men’s or women’s?”
“Both. She ordered them at the start of the year, they just finished.”
He checked the time, knowing it was night in Europe. Rebecca was supposed to be asleep.
After lying in bed for four days, he was eager to stretch his muscles.
“I’ll come by now.”
“Great. I’ll text the address.”


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