He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 282

Rebecca opened the bag and found a square box. Finally, the man who’d once flooded her with watches stopped doing that.

She lifted the lid to reveal a breathtaking necklace. Sparkling diamonds circled a big emerald pendant at the center, screaming money.

The girls nearby gasped, excitedly guessing who the mystery giver might be.

“No card?” the dancer asked, dismayed. “That guy swore there was one; you’d know him the second you saw it. I’ll go back there and look around.”

“No need.” Rebecca stopped her. “There’s no card. That’s just the way it is.”

“So, do you know who sent it?” the dancer asked, still anxious.

“I do. Thank you.” Rebecca tucked the box away.

So, the same man who once belittled dance had shown up.

Back in high school, when they were filling out college forms, Vance had asked where she was applying. Her teenage crush hadn’t been strong enough to make her throw away her dreams and follow him, so she’d picked the top dance academy in the country without hesitation.

He’d looked disappointed, nodded once, and muttered something like, “Well, arts students don’t exactly have a ton of real options, do you?”

Most people back then figured arts students only went that route because they couldn’t hack regular academics. It wasn’t the case with Rebecca; she loved dancing with every fiber of her being.

At 18, she already had more than a decade of training. Most of her life had been spent in studios and on

stages.

She was used to sitting at the bottom of the academic pecking order. His comment had stung, but it hadn’t surprised her. They were heading in different directions anyway, and her youthful infatuation was merely a page in her memory.

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