Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154

Rebecca furrowed her brows, her vision swimming. “Why did you throw away those love letters? They were for me.”

“I was the class monitor!” Vance said sternly. “The school bans early dating!”

Rebecca scowled at the excuse, hammering his shoulder. “What did it matter to you? You were just the class monitor, not the homeroom teacher. Those letters were my privacy. Who gave you the right to throw them away?”

She was drunk and unfocused. Her blows lacked sting, but they landed solidly on his shoulder and chest.

“You are that mad?” He caught her hand. “About those tossed love letters?”

“Of course! If someone wrote me love letters…” she mumbled.

Hazy memories of high school flooded back. Early romance was taboo, but who had not felt those teenage flutters?

She had harbored a secret crush on Vance, yet no boy ever pursued her. Jenny and the other girls got gifts and notes, but she got nothing.

She was insecure from a loveless home. Her parents berated her and favored her brother. Everything she did seemed to annoy them, so in her heart, aside from Josette, no one liked her.

She wouldn’t be sad over the lack of love letters, but if she did receive one, at least it would have been a form of validation that she was not utterly unlovable.

“What if you got them? Would you date that person?” Vance pressed.

Her frown deepened. When had she implied that?

“Those punks had ulterior motives,” he insisted. “Jenny’s boyfriend? They were childhood sweethearts, sure, but I caught him with other girls countless times. You girls were naïve. Any kindness melted you. You would only get burned.”

Rebecca reeled, unable to believe that Jenny’s boyfriend was that kind of person.

“But Jenny…” She reached for the car door again.

“Stay put!” Vance pinned her back. “She knows. She doesn’t need you meddling in her affairs.”

“But…” Rebecca was still worried.

“No buts. She is tough, not fragile like you.”

Fragile? Since when?

“Still think Obadiah’s letters were genuine?

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Her scowl intensified. The booze hit harder, and Vance’s face quadrupled. She shook her head to dispel

the extras.

“He is not that type.”

“Then what type is he? Tell me.”

“H-He is kind. If he cares for someone, he’ll stick by them.”

In fact, she barely knew him. Their high school interactions were sparse, but she recalled him sneaking a scruffy stray dog into the dorm. Years later, she had seen his posts. The dog was now elderly, but it was still pampered under his care.

“Mrs. Bradford!” Vance’s roar teetered on eruption.

“Rebecca…” a voice called from outside the window.

She turned, only to be met by warm pressure sealing her lips.