Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 145

Five minutes before the appointed time, the door of the room was opened.

With my back to the door, I heard the swoosh of its opening. I saw Logan, who was sitting across from

me, look up and smile brightly, then look at me.

I turned to see what had captured his attention only to be left dumbstruck.

Striding into the room came the man I had spotted earlier on the rocky shore. He smiled and looked at

me, his eyes reminding me of an old friend.

I stood up slowly, keeping my eyes on his face. This man was a complete stranger to me but

inexplicably had an unspeakable attraction. It seemed like I had seen him somewhere before, but

definitely not the glimpse I had just had on the rocky shore.

Only when he approached us did Logan rise from the couch, “You are exactly on time, but you're a bit

eager because we still had five minutes.” His tone was unmistakably teasing.

The man chuckled, “My apologies for keeping you waiting.”

I froze when I heard his voice. This was unmistakably Ronan's voice, but the face...

“Aaliyah, this is the business partner you've been eager to meet, and he is my cousin.” Logan's voice

was a mixture of mischief and satisfaction as he said, "I guess you two have already met."

“Your cousin?” I tore my gaze away from the man's face, looking incredulously at Logan. “How many

cousins do you have?”

Logan shrugged, raising a finger, “Just the one. Guaranteed genuine.”

I was struggling to make sense of reality. It felt as if everything that had happened these past few days

was just part of a dream.

Could it be possible that I had, like those characters in the novels, crossed into another world? I didn't

even know where I was now, or who was standing before me.

Ronan? How could this man possibly be Ronan? And if he was, who was I, and why was he so

different from the Ronan I knew?

This was utterly baffling.

The man extended his hand towards me, “Aaliyah, long time no see.”

I remained rooted to the spot, confusion clear in my eyes. I continued to search his face, hoping to find

a trace of Ronan.

The Ronan I remembered had delicate features and a handsome air of nobility about him that was

impossible to extinguish. However, the man's features were also great, and he had a rugged

appearance. His mature, subdued demeanor was not the dashing image I remembered but was

indisputably captivating.

I instinctively shook my head, unwilling to believe the truth unfolding before me. He kept his hand

outstretched.

My eyes drifted from his face to his outstretched hand, noticing the numerous scars. The next moment,

I was taken aback, my gaze glued onto the wrist of his outstretched hand. He was wearing an old,

brown leather bracelet, with a shiny metal plate in the middle. The bracelet looked like it had been

repaired, and was no longer its original self, just like Ronan.

I remembered the bracelet clearly despite its cheap price. I bought it for Ronan because the metal plate

bore two letters "R" and "A".

I didn't know what the original designer intended, but the two letters were the initials of Ronan and

Aaliyah's names. So I decided to buy it, slipping it onto Ronan’s wrist, insisting he never remove it.

I recalled the scene vividly. Addrion, who was standing nearby, howled with jealousy, “Why don't I get Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

one? I want one too.”

I glanced at Ronan who was smirking and told Addrion, “If you can find a bracelet with the letters of “A”

and “A”. I'll buy you one too.”

Memories flooded back, yet the man before me seemed like a different person altogether.

I looked up into his eyes again. Our eyes met, my lips quivering as I stammered, “You are you Ronan?”

He was a little surprised as he nodded, “Yes, Aaliyah. It's me.”

“Why do you look like this now?” I could barely control the trembling in my voice.