Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone gave a slight smile, took her hand, and gently squeezed her fingers, saying nothing.

“How could you possibly know what cards I needed?” Sabrina asked curiously.

With a glance at her earnest face, Tyrone replied, “It’s easy. Your plays reveal your needs. One can deduce to some extent from the reactions of others while they play.”

Indeed, Tyrone had the skill to count cards.

Suddenly, she remembered Tyrone’s academic background, which was a degree in math and finance.

He always aced his exams.

At that moment, she sensed a gap between herself and Tyrone.

him, striving diligently to keep her academic scores at

him, it

etched on the twentieth spot in the hall of

on your mind?” Tyrone

nonchalantly,

Tyrone diverted the conversation.

me at the party tomorrow

events anymore. The combination of a demanding job and a

within, she was

remembered the opulence of the previous charity dinner, yet all she retained were memories of the