To Be Yours Again by Taylor

Chapter 157 Who?

Jenny grew up in Orchid Village. She had grown up there for as long as she could remember, and everything there was familiar to her.

As a child, she started to learn various skills. However, she didn’t learn them from school but from the teachers in the village. She always thought that her teachers were amazing as they knew everything.

Back then, she didn’t think it was strange. She thought children in other villages all grew up the same way.

She eventually matured into an adult, studied in Parrington, earned her master’s and doctorate degrees, and married Alec. The more she learned, the more Orchid Village seemed off to her.

Every teacher in the village who taught her was a master of their craft. For example, Mr. Birkett was a famous painter. However, he stayed in that village just to be her teacher. There had to be a reason, but Jenny didn’t know why.

She had asked her grandfather before but didn’t get an answer. All he told her was not to think too much, and she would know the answer when the time was right.

“Jenny?”

didn’t wait for Jenny to reply. Seeing her lost in thought, he couldn’t help but

teachers for me since I was a child. Hence, although I grew up in the countryside, I know a

specifics as she didn’t want too many people to know how strange her life in Orchid Village had been.

you.” All of Jenny’s teachers were extraordinary people.

I’m an adult, I feel that way, but

Every day, she ran back and forth between different

her grandfather, but it was to no avail. However, thinking about it in the present, he

nodded in agreement. “I was also forced to learn this and that by my grandfather when I was young, and I even ran away from home once.”

surprised. “Well, I’ve never

the first time since they met. Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

“Vincent.”

Walter.” Vincent nodded at her, trying to suppress his urge to find out what

deliberately waited downstairs for more than 30

Jenny stepped aside, revealing Alec in the living