Scars Of A Broken Bond

“You’re back?” Tyrone asked.

Sabrina silently ascended the stairs, without offering a sideways glance.

Watching her retreating figure, Tyrone’s eyes held an ominous shade as they trailed her until she vanished at the top of the staircase.

After remaining downstairs for some time, Tyrone rose and proceeded upstairs to the master bedroom. The room was vacant. He could only hear the muffled sound of cascading water from the bathroom, revealing that Sabrina was indulging in a shower.

Tyrone swallowed hard, loosening his collar, fetched the bathrobe hanging in the closet, and made his way to the outdoor bathroom to freshen up.

Upon his return, he found Sabrina emerging from the bathroom.

She had neglected to carry her nightwear with her. Her damp hair half-dried, she was draped in nothing more than a bath towel, barely covering her body. Her neck was elegant, her shoulders smooth and porcelain-like. Her bosom, hidden beneath the towel, seemed full.

as if he could almost feel their softness. Her long Legs were

The pair Locked eyes.

quickly averted her gaze, walked to the wardrobe to retrieve her nightdress, and announced nonchalantly, “I’ll rest in the guest

do you mean?”

I just wish for your happiness.” Sabrina’s voice held a hint of mockery, and she detected a faint whiff

doorway, Tyrone questioned, “Are you upset

to feel upset?” Sabrina

wasn’t solely about

also because of the protective stance his

future sister-in-law, it’s