Scars Of A Broken Bond

After verifying with a colleague, the staffer assured, “Miss, we have personally handed it over to Mr. Blakely.”

Sabrina knitted her brows. There was no reason for the staff to deceive her.

Tyrone must have taken her phone and kept it in a place she hadn’t checked.

Returning to her house, Sabrina searched the living room, Tyrone’s study, even the master bedroom, but her phone remained elusive.

It was utterly perplexing.

Sabrina dialed her number from the housekeeper’s phone. No ring echoed as she paced the stairs, leading her to call Tyrone.

The phone rang incessantly, only to be answered at the very Last moment. “Hello?”

echoed from

it

He was with her.

in a subdued voice, “It’s

Where’s Tyrone?”

the kitchen cooking for me at

associated with cooking, Sabrina

just couldn’t fathom Tyrone being Linked with

Tyrone’s quite the chef. He lived alone during his college days and cooked his own meals. He’d often whip

this was a deliberate jab aimed to wound