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.

a marketing major, inspired by him, striving diligently

him,

behind. His name was etched on the twentieth spot in the hall of fame, surrounded by much older professors with their own accolades and significant

on your

responded nonchalantly,

Tyrone diverted the conversation.

join me at the party tomorrow evening?” Tyrone

such events anymore. The combination of a demanding job and a distaste for

she was just a simple

all she retained were