After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 153

The campus was alive with the hum of activity, students rushing to and fro, their voices blending with the soft rustle of leaves in the crisp autumn air.

But his gaze locked onto mine, and he approached, his expression carefully composed, though there was something unspoken in his eyes.

I looked at him coldly, and it was clear that the aura I resisted said it all.

“Don't look at me like that, I...I'm just curious enough to ask,” he began, his voice tentative. “Wanted to know how you’ve been doing lately.”

I arched a brow, folding my arms across my chest. “What are you asking for?”

He hesitated, the words seeming to catch in his throat. Then, as if surrendering to a weight he could no longer carry, he lowered his head. “I’ve been through a lot lately,” he admitted quietly. “And I realized... I was blind in the past. That’s why I treated you so badly.”

The admission surprised me, though I kept my expression impassive. Ryan glanced at me briefly before continuing, his tone laced with a bitterness I hadn’t expected.

“Leaving you...” His voice trailed off, and when he spoke again, it was barely a whisper. “I learned that no one truly thinks highly of me. Not even my own mother.”

A short, sharp laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “I didn’t think I’d live to see the day you’d admit you were wrong,” I said, the irony of it not lost on me.

Ryan seemed unbothered by my response, his gaze dropping again. “Can I have your contact details?” he asked suddenly, a note of desperation slipping into his voice. “If that’s okay?”

I tilted my head, giving him a small, mocking smile. “It’s not convenient,” I said evenly. “My boyfriend might get jealous.”

The color drained slightly from his face, and for a fleeting moment, I almost felt pity. Almost. The absurdity of it all struck me this was the same man who once couldn’t be bothered to return my calls, who would snap at me with irritation if I dared to ask for his attention.

And now, here he was, asking for my number.