Scars Of A Broken Bond

Thus, with a mere sidelong glance, all the fault was ascribed to Sabrina by her followers.

Sabrina’s posts were inundated with fresh comments. Fortunately, she’d disabled the private messages.

Yet these remarks failed to perturb her. She skimmed over them nonchalantly and set her phone aside.

Whether showered with admiration or barraged with criticism, she remained indifferent as long as they continued to boost the popularity of MQ Clothing.

The sound of a knock resonated. “Mrs. Blakely, your dinner is served.”

“Okay, I see.”

Emerging from her bath, Sabrina slipped into her loungewear and descended the stairs for her dinner.

expected home tonight? Shall we set aside a portion

he’ll return. There’s no need to save him any food,” responded

“Understood.”

retired upstairs while Karen attended to the

the kitchen only to find Tyrone returning

and queried Karen,

off-guard, Karen stammered, “Sir, your arrival wasn’t

that you wouldn’t return tonight, hence

as he headed straight to the

had refrained from working late, was engrossed