After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 137

I laughed softly but sat down as he gently guided my wet hair under the warm air. His movements were slightly awkward, as if he wasn’t quite used to such tasks, but he was careful, taking his time.

The gentle hum of the hairdryer filled the room, creating a cozy silence between us. When he finished, he turned off the dryer, and suddenly the room felt thick with something unspoken, a quiet tension that wrapped around us like a blanket.

“Lirian,” I whispered, turning to look at him. His eyes held a warmth, a depth I hadn’t noticed before. I tilted my head, studying his face. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he replied, his gaze steady.

I hesitated, feeling a strange dread in the pit of my stomach, but the words slipped out before I could stop them. “If one day I… die, if it’s because of Arman or Ryan… would you avenge me?”

The look in Lirian’s eyes shifted, as if a veil of winter had settled over them, turning them into an icy lake. He reached forward, pulling me into his arms. His embrace was so warm, so solid, that I felt a shiver run through me.

“Sophia,” he murmured, his voice a deep, protective rumble. “I won’t let you die. Not while I’m here. I’ll protect you and everything you care about. Even if it costs me everything.”

Something in his words soothed me, and with his arms around me, I drifted off to sleep.

That night, I dreamed again. It was a strange dream, one that felt like a memory from another life. In it, Lirian stood in the middle of a rain-soaked street, dressed in a black trench coat that clung to his tall, lean frame.

He looked hauntingly fierce, his face shadowed and intense. Across from him stood Ryan, bloodied and bruised, barely holding himself up. Linda was tied to a tree, bound and helpless, explosives strapped to her chest.

Lirian’s voice was cold and calm, yet laced with anger as he spoke to Arman, who watched with wide, fearful eyes. “Guess how many pieces your fiancée will be blown into if I press this button?” he said, holding up a small device.

Arman’s face went pale, his voice breaking with desperation. “Come on, Lirian, take it out on me. Leave her out of this.”