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?”

voice echoed from

instantly identified it as Galilea’s

He was with her.

in a subdued

Where’s Tyrone?”

in the kitchen cooking

with cooking, Sabrina found

fathom Tyrone being Linked with

college days and cooked his own meals. He’d often whip up something for

that this was a deliberate jab