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?”

feminine voice echoed from

identified it as Galilea’s

He was with her.

heart plunged. She asked in a subdued

Where’s Tyrone?”

kitchen cooking for me at the

Tyrone’s name was associated with

Tyrone being Linked

his college days and cooked his

that this was a deliberate jab aimed to wound