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?”

as curiosity got the better of

at his lips as he scrutinized Bettie intently, opting not to

fathom why she’s so besotted to fall

devoid of any traces of envy, Lance pressed his lips

received accolades for

Bettie scoffed

found himself rendered

of serving, presenting an opulent bottle of wine

wine’s secrets, allowing its crimson

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