Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 689

Chapter 689

“Can I help you, Miss?” the priest asked.

Just then, the bell wasn’t scheduled to be rung at this hour, yet for some reason, the deep peal of a church bell echoed through the grounds.

Rebecca paused, feeling as though she’d been transported back to the stone–burying day. The bell’s soft tones had hung in the air just like now, and the low murmur of prayer had filled the halls.

“Sir,” she said softly. “If I told you I came here ten years from now, would you believe me?”

The priest was holding a broom, his eyes seeming to see right through to the core of all human troubles. He didn’t look even a little surprised by her almost unhinged words, only smiling gently. “Have you run into some unsolvable problem?”

“There’s someone I can’t find anymore, but he’s still here,” she mumbled, unsure if the priest could even understand her rambling, nonsensical words.

The priest maintained his smile. “Miss, everyone has their own destiny. He is where he is meant to be.”

“You mean…” Rebecca’s voice started to tremble.

“His path is his own choice.” The priest’s expression was full of warmth. “You don’t need to cling so tightly.”

“But…” Rebecca couldn’t accept this. “But I need to find him. I need to…”

“And when you find him, what will you do?” said the priest.

Rebecca was stunned, having never thought of that.

Ever since she’d found out the hard truth, she’d been panicking nonstop. All she could think about was finding Vance. She’d never stopped to think about what she’d do afterward, not even what she’d say to him.

“L…” She gazed at the young face in front of her, her words caught tightly in her throat. In the end, fresh tears spilled over, and she started crying again. “Why did I stop talking to you?”

He paused, then laughed helplessly. “You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?”

He wiped at her tears again, even harder this time. “What are you crying about? You’re the one who ignored me for a whole year.

The bell peal faded away.

The priest picked up his broom and started walking away. A young novice came up to tell him, “Sir, a guest is waiting for you.”

The priest set down his broom and walked toward his room. A young man sitting by the window smiled at him. “Sir, I brought some good tea today.”