Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone’s face darkened at this sight, his eyes flashing Like an impending storm.

Stepping forward, he interrupted them. “Sabrina, I brought you some fried chicken, Would you like some?”

Hearing this, Sabrina turned her head and responded with a smile, “Yes, I’d love some.”

She hung the camera around her neck and casually picked up one piece.

Dropping it immediately, she complained, “Ouch! It’s so hot! I nearly burned my fingers. But I really want to eat it now! I’ll have to wait a tew minutes for it to cool.”

Tyrone couldn’t help but smile as he watched Sabrina blow on her fingers, finding her cute. However, his smile disappeared when he looked at Blayze next to him. Clearing his throat, he asked in an icy tone, trying not to appear rude in front of Sabrina, “Mr. Fowler, would you like some?”

two go ahead and eat. I’m going over there to

as he watched Blayze

to target the Blakely Group in business was

couldn’t bear the thought of Blayze harboring romantic

cooled down now,” Sabrina said eagerly, looking forward to tasting

to the present. He promptly handed her the box of fried chicken. Sabrina picked up one and

was tired, as

the conversation light, he asked, “You’re into

Blayze, her expression genuine and unpretentious. The sincerity of her smile touched him

was the first time he had seen her smiling so brightly