Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 164

I abruptly halted, glancing back to see a figure emerging from an alley, tall and imposing.But that face looked so unfamiliar to me.

"Ro... Ronan?" I stuttered, "Is that you? What are you doing here?"

The corners of his lips curled into a smile as he strode towards me, stopping just a yard away. His deep, unwavering eyes regarded me just as they did years ago.

The sight brought back memories of our first year in college when we had returned to Silverdale City for the holidays. I had been thrilled to bump into him in this very alley, especially since it was rare to see outsiders here. I had asked if he was here to see me, but he had denied it, claiming he was just passing by.

The excuse had always seemed flimsy. Later, Ronan wanted me to show him around Oldtown Avenue. I excitedly took him to every corner, even squeezing into the narrowest alleys. He had jokingly dubbed me as the Princess of Oldtown Avenue.

"You were just passing by?" I queried, my gaze fixed on him.

He chuckled, never taking his eyes off me. "You still remember that?"

"Of course!" I shrugged. "I remember everything!"

As the words left my lips, I blushed, realizing I might have said something wrong.

"Who knew you'd really become the Princess of Oldtown Avenue this time!" He looked away, his eyes taking in the surroundings. "Want me to show you around again?"

"You?" I tilted my head back, questioning him. "Can you?"

"Let's find out!" Despite his unfamiliar smile, there was an undeniable charm about him, which was a mature man's allure.

"Let's do it then!" I stepped beside him, indicating for him to lead the way.

With a smile, he put his hands in his pockets. We then walked ahead shoulder to shoulder.

With each step we took, he recounted what I had said and how I had introduced each spot when we had first walked through there.

"You know, it was strange that I’d never explored Oldtown Avenue despite being a Silverdale City native," Ronan mused. "If I had known you were here, I would have come sooner. And I would have met you earlier."

"What difference would it make? We met anyway," I remarked lightly, secretly resentful inside.

His words were true. If we had met earlier, my life might have been different. Who knows?