Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone had lavished Galilea with new resources and attended the party together. Could he truly expect her to dismiss it all based on a single sentence?

Tyrone bowed his head, detecting the biting sarcasm in Sabrina’s retort. With a firm grip on her wrist, he implored, “Tell me what you want from me. If my actions have not convinced you, then I shall endeavor to demonstrate my sincerity. Your skepticism pains me.“

Sabrina, her countenance a frigid mask, arched an elegant eyebrow as she inquired, “You wish to prove yourself to me?” “Yes,” he affirmed.

“I require no action from you,” she replied icily. “I merely seek the unspoken truth. I will discern its veracity on my own.”

Tyrone hesitated.

Sabrina had previously emphasized her aversion to his assistance and indebtedness. If she were to Learn that he had negotiated with Galilea on her behalf

truth now, Sabrina would inevitably question why he had allowed Galilea to escape during their prior encounter, likely revealing Sabrina’s true identity

added a touch of sarcasm to her tone. “If you find yourself unable to comply, then

at this very moment, and a resident exited, casting

from Tyrone’s grasp, darted inside the elevator, and promptly pressed the button for

elevator swiftly ascended

a scrutinizing gaze in

the door behind her

from forcing her into

an alternative approach,” Bettie offered

“Alright .”