Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 625

Chapter 625

If possible, Rebecca wanted to persuade Darren not to go overseas. Maybe that would prevent his early death, though it felt like overstepping.

Darren shook his head. “I’m not planning to go abroad. I’ll attend a domestic university. Didn’t I tell you? I chose arts. We’re going to be classmates.”

Soon, it was time for the official stream selection.

Ever since the confrontation at the school gate, Vance had stopped speaking to Rebecca. When collecting homework, he would take it from her desk without a word.

The teenage Rebecca would have been heartbroken. She had lived and died by Vance’s moods. But now she was over 30. She only hoped that if they could start over, they would both be better off staying far apart from the beginning.

So, when he stayed silent, she did too. In fact, she felt relieved that they were drifting apart.

As the end of the term approached and it was time to submit their stream intention forms, everyone was discussing their choices.

Some were still struggling, and others were upset because their wishes clashed with their parents‘ expectations.

Her desk mate slumped over the desk. “Rebecca, you’re so lucky. You don’t have to worry at all–just pick arts.”

More than ten years ago, the lovestruck Rebecca had chosen science for his sake, even risking not ending up in the same class. She had filled in the form without hesitation, planning to attend a local university that accepted science students for a few performance programs.

Later, heartbroken, she had applied to schools in Arelmoor, but only directing programs that accepted science students.

Once in college, with almost no chance to transfer to performance, she had worked incredibly hard, relying on years of training and perfect proportions to win first place in every competition before finally getting approval to switch majors.

Only she knew how difficult and exhausting that journey had been. So, if she could choose again, she would take the smoother, more natural path.

“I plan to…” She started to explain when Vance walked up to her desk. “Where’s your form? Let me see it.”