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.

felt as if he could almost feel their

The pair Locked eyes.

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

you mean?”

wish for your happiness.” Sabrina’s voice held a hint of mockery, and

against the doorway, Tyrone questioned, “Are you upset because

not allowed to feel upset?”

anger wasn’t solely about the

protective stance his

be your future sister-in-law, it’s not a