Scars Of A Broken Bond

Bettie regarded him with a trace of suspicion in her eyes

Shifting his gaze toward the thief being pressed on the ground by a passerby, Lance retrieved his mobile phone and promptly dialed the police.

Upon concluding the call, he reassured, “The Law enforcement officers shall arrive shortly. Please remain here.“

Sabrina rushed to Bettie’s side, expressing her concern, “Bettie, are you okay?”

Bettie responded, “I’m perfectly fine. You can proceed without me. I will join you after cooperating with the officers’ inquiries.”

Sabrina shot a frigid glare in Lance’s direction, inquiring, “What is he doing here?”

her eyes before retorting, “He claims to be a tourist.

her words, maintained an

for a fleeting moment before Lance averted his eyes, fixating them upon

a delectable

shall remain

need, Sabrina. Time is of the essence. You should seize the opportunity to

a call once you’re

“Okay.”

Sabrina suggested,

fleeting view of Tyrone’s profile. A sense of familiarity washed over him, a recognition that transcended mere Tyrone’s physical resemblance to