Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

There might have been such an instance.

Back in high school, Rebecca had secretly harbored a crush on Vance, but she lacked the courage to approach him to ask about homework. If she had done so, it must have been under some specific, unavoidable circumstance.

He seemed to find the memory quite intriguing. “Do you remember what the situation was when you came to ask me? I recall that you didn’t talk much back then. You were very quiet and reserved.”

She didn’t see any value in reminiscing about it. “I don’t remember.”

With their marriage having deteriorated to this point, what was the point of recalling those youthful days now? If he was into nostalgia, wasn’t Catherine enough for him to pine over already?

“How about I teach you?” He shook the workbook in his hand. “Although I’ve set aside textbooks for a long time, I can still manage to tutor you.”

As he flipped the pages, Rebecca noticed that the silver ring on his left ring finger was gone.

As for whether he could teach her now? That was highly doubtful!

“No need. I’m just killing time, anyway. Helps with watching original shows,” she said, pushing his hands away.

“True, you don’t get out much.” He shrugged, putting the book aside.

Finally, he noticed their odd position and her squirming to get free. His brows furrowed, and he grabbed her hands.

“What are you doing? It’s late. I want to sleep,” she protested, struggling.

Vance held her with one hand while using the other to fish out a ring from his pajama pocket, forcefully sliding it back onto her

finger.

It was the jade wedding ring she had removed earlier in the car. His expression was unreadable–not happy, anyway.

“Don’t overthink things. Catherine and I aren’t what you imagine,” he muttered. “I’ve told you countless times that no one can take your place. I just hug you a little, and you freak out. Yet that dance guy could lift and spin you around.”

“Don’t use your filthy thoughts to interpret us!” she shot back.

“Us? You and him?” he sulked. “Don’t forget who your husband is!”

It turned out he hated that word, too. Then what about when he and Catherine used it?

He winced in pain. “Your hair is still damp. How can you sleep like that? Call Nancy to come and blow–dry it for you.”

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