Scars Of A Broken Bond

sharp retort, she countered, “I doubt you’ve ever had a blind date yourself.”

Just as Lance was poised to respond, the mobile phone resting on the table abruptly chimed with an incoming call.

In a hushed tone, he raised a hand in a gesture of silence, then answered the call, his voice adopting a softer cadence. “What’s going on, Keilani?”

Keilani was a girl’s name.

Bettie remained uncertain about the nature of their conversation over the phone. She observed Lance Listening attentively before reassuring her, “Don’t fret. I’ll return in a few days and bring you some gifts. Alright then. Bye.”

Concluding the call, he placed the phone back on the table and cast an amiable smile in Bettie’s direction. “You were saying?”

curiosity got the better

his lips as he

remarking, “Alas, I can’t fathom why she’s so besotted to fall in Love with

Bettie’s effortless grace, devoid of any traces of envy, Lance pressed his lips together, indulging

for her

Bettie scoffed and

himself rendered

serving, presenting an opulent bottle

allowing its crimson essence to cascade into

Lance abstained, Bettie, on the other hand, indulged in two glasses