Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 569

Chapter 569

Vance looked into her eyes and femained silent.

Rebecca nodded. “Looks like you don’t know either.”

“I do know,” he said quickly.

She waited for him to continue.

“I know he didn’t have a girlfriend,” he muttered, lowering his head. When he looked up again, his smile became en But I don’t know who the dancing girl was.“1

Rebecca recalled the man from her dream. He was driving along the coastline with boundless energy and vitality. Even now, the image felt alive.

“What’s wrong?” Vance asked, noticing her strange expression.

“I don’t know how to explain it,” she sighed. “Sometimes people are so contradictory. He was such a good person. When I think of him going through life all alone, without anyone ever loving him, it feels so sad. But then I think the opposite.

“If that girl had loved him, how devastated she would have been when she lost him, and how long it would have taken her to heal. So, I don’t know whether it’s better that he had a girlfriend or not.”

“How do you know he was good?” Vance asked curiously. “We weren’t even in the same class. I only knew him through basketball. You didn’t really know him.”

She rolled her eyes. “Wasn’t he better than you?”

Anna wasn’t nearby at that moment, and she couldn’t resist adding, “Why do so many good girls like scumbags? So unfair!”

His brows twitched. “Come on.”

Jriah and Heather arrived just then. Rebecca picked up her things and left with them.

Heather looked back at Anna and Vance. “See you tonight for drinks!”

Vance thought for a moment. “To the seaside.”

The village sat right between the mountains and the sea. From the path along the cliffs, they could see the vast ocean A highway wound along the coastline like a jade belt.

Vance pointed at the road. “It looks just like the scene from my dreatns Lately, I keep having the same dream of my friend driving an off–road vehicle along the coastline toward us.

“We’re all so young. Rebecca, I, and many of our old classmates are standing there waiting. He comes speeding toward us with the scent of gasoline and sea breeze.”

“You’ve been thinking about him a lot lately, so of course, you’re dreaming of him,” Anna reasoned.

“No.” He shook his head. “If I said it wasn’t because of that, would you believe me?”

She didn’t understand. It wasn’t about belief.