Scars Of A Broken Bond

Without further ado, Blayze pivoted and departed the hall.

Wayne briefly assessed Tyrone and Sabrina before trailing after Blayze.

Bettie threw a sideways glance at Tyrone and proceeded forward, arm in arm with Aylin. She whispered, “I thought it was annoying enough to see Lance. It seems that Tyrone is as annoying as Lance is.”

With everyone gone, Sabrina fixed Tyrone with an icy stare and inquired, “Aren’t you joining us? Why are you still here?”

Tyrone effortlessly hoisted Jennie’s schoolbag and carried Jennie with a single arm, trailing Sabrina with a hint of remorse in his gaze. “I assumed you’d prefer my absence.”

“Humph!” Sabrina retorted with a frigid glance. “Observe my countenance. Do I appear pleased to you?”

at

interjected, “You’re

in front of others,” Sabrina admonished Tyrone sternly. “I’ll reserve some dignity for you. Once we

bore the gravity of a teacher scolding

Tyrone replied, touching his

a minibus awaited with both a driver and a guide. It was designed for small tourist groups catering to independent

and her companions had chartered this bus

extended a reassuring hand to Tyrone’s shoulder and declared, “Young man, let me impart some wisdom. You mustn’t coddle your wife. Maintain your dignity.

grateful glance at the man and replied, “Thank you. I

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