Babel Novel
Chapter 164
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 Original from NôvelDrama.Org.
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?
"If we had met earlier, it might have changed your destiny. Maybe our princess wouldn't have been in
distress." His voice echoed in my ears, bringing me to a sudden halt.
"Is that what you think?" My eyes started to mist.
He turned to look at me, his gaze steady. "Yes."
I lowered my gaze, not wanting him to see the sorrow in my eyes. Yes, it was sorrow.
If he hadn't suddenly dropped out of college, we... I never managed to finish this sentence.
We walked in silence for a while, each lost in our own thoughts.
Finally, I couldn’t bear with it and broke the silence. "Why did you suddenly drop out?"
"It was sudden to you, but it was also sudden to me," he said gloomily. "I didn't have a choice."
He said he didn’t have a choice. What a good excuse.
He glanced at me. "I suddenly received a transfer order and had to leave immediately."
"But you were just a student, weren’t you?" I questioned, thinking he was just making excuses to brush
me off.
"No!" He asserted. "I've always been a public servant. My entire family is. That's why I was sent for
special training when I was only ten."
I stared at him, stunned. His eyes flickered with pain, but his expression remained firm.
"It's my mission," he stated resolutely.
I gave a faint smile and nodded. I wanted to say it was my fate then, but the words died on my lips. We
had missed each other for twelve long years since he left. Time had changed everything, and I lost my
chance to speak up.
"How did you get hurt? I mean your face." I changed the subject, not wanting to delve into the past
anymore. It was pointless, wasn't it?
"I was injured on a mission, and had to face-lift," his tone was casual.
"And your hand?" I asked softly.
"Yes," he replied in a low voice. "It was severe. I was lucky to survive."