Novel & Cerita My Oxford Year

Adrian replied calmly, twirling his wine. His father, Charles Sebastian, snorted. "I hope this isn't one of your reckless decisions, Adrian. The reputation of the family is paramount." I kept my bunched fists under the table. "Trust me," Adrian replied coldly. "I am perfectly aware." His mother's mouth curled into something less than a smile. "And just where did you find her?" Adrian's eyes focused on me, daring me to answer. I stuck out my chin. "Oxford," I said. "I'm a student there."

"I already graduated from Harvard. I just wanted to learn from different institutions. Oxford wasn’t my first choice, but they offered me a generous scholarship. I couldn’t pass that up. I’ll only be here a year or two." "Oh? No boyfriend waiting back home?" she presses, her tone laced with judgment. "A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have trouble finding a man. Or maybe you’ve got a few. You Americans and your loose morals." I exhale sharply but keep my tone calm. "Abby," I say, meeting her gaze, "I’m not sure what I did to earn that attitude, but I don’t appreciate it. No, I don’t have a boyfriend, or a lineup of them waiting back home. I’m only eighteen, and I’ve never had one. I’ve been t

Even when we were once in love, he didn’t waste anytime in proclaiming his love before asking me to marry him. “So why did the other girls pick on you, did you know them from somewhere ?” he asks furrowing his eyebrows. “No Alpha, I was just minding my business when everything happened.” He sips his wine before sparing me a glance.”where did you study and why did you study?” I fix my gaze on him and hold my head high,” I got a bachelors from the university of Oxford, in political science.” “And how old are you?” “I’m 26 years old Alpha.”

“Let’s start with something simple.” “Okay.” “Your SATs,” he said while tapping the paper again. “Perfect score.” I nodded once. “Yes.” He looked at me closely. “Not even one mistake.” “No.” “That’s unusual.” “I was homeschooled,” I explained calmly. “So tests were kind of… important.” He watched me carefully. “Your GPA at Oxford,” he continued, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Perfect 4.5.” “Yes.” He leaned back again. “That’s rare.”

Sloane POV — A year and a half later… The air smelled of spring and new beginnings. Sunlight poured over the university courtyard, glinting off rows of black caps and gowns. I could barely feel my feet touch the ground as I stood among my classmates, the world a blur of cheers, camera flashes, and laughter.

Instead of taking me home, Alexander drove to a quiet garden overlooking the river. I looked around. “This is beautiful.” “I thought you'd like it.” We walked along the path. For a while, neither of us spoke. Then Alexander stopped. “Sophia.” I turned. “I want to tell you something.” My expression changed. “What?” “I've known you for years.” “I know.” “No. I mean I've known about you for years.” I waited. “I first met you when you were at Oxford.” My eyes widened. “You did?” He nodded. “You were attending a financial conference. You asked a question that embarrassed one of the senior executives on the panel.”

Today is the day, I'm trying to show that the nerves aren't getting to me but hell I'd be lying if I wasn't shitting myself with the fact I am being introduced to the business world again after disappearing 2 years ago. I disappeared to London the moment my senior year was finished, trying to get away from my toxic family and just my toxic life in general. I've always wanted to go to England to sightsee and I was able to have the chance and I took it with both arms the moment it was announced that I got a scholarship to Oxford. Yes, a prestige school but I'm nothing but prestige in my family’s eyes.

I glared at him and he smirked. "So, Jeff's in his final year now." I groaned. "I just have to get past this year and I'm off to the university." "Thank God." Mom said. "Can't wait to see you in Oxford next year, buddy." I sniled broadly. "Well, Oxford will have to show a little more prestige cos I think I'm gonna give Yale a chance." Lee laughed. "Yale is nothing compared to us." "I still wish you would go to Harvard or even stay in Nigeria and go to UniLag or UniIlorin. There are so many opportunities there."

The club was hot and sticky. Only an hour ago it changed from a decent pub into a nightclub. Usually I'm out of here before the switch happens but with my thesis turned in, I had to celebrate. Oxford, England has been my home for the last few months. I was ending my educational chapter with a bang. How many students from the USA get to say they had graduated from Oxford?! Graduating with a degree from Oxford University is crucial for me to get the high paying, eventually C-suite, job in New York City.

As we all are about to step back down to give way for people to come in and take a tour of the place, a reporter and cameraman run over to Raymond and me. "Hello ma'am, I'm Sonia Daniels from Feed The Truth News Channels. Would you mind me asking a few questions? "She questions and I look up at Raymond before answering. "Uhm, yeah, sure. What about? " "Ma'am according to our sources, you are the best graduating student of the Oxford University in the year 2016 in the Business Administration field, and you came out with a first-class degree. "She says and I smile. This for long has been something I take huge pride in.