Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone locked eyes with her, taking a momentary pause before speaking earnestly. “Sabrina, if you harbor no affection for me, please refrain from wearing such an envious countenance, lest I misconstrue your intentions.”

Had he not been aware of her Lack of romantic interest in him, he might have easily misinterpreted her expressions as a manifestation of jealousy.

He vividly recalled the events of the night just two days ago when she had staunchly denied any feelings of jealousy. Her sincerity had shone through, as she had been unwilling to deceive him.

The following day, she had called to extend her apologies for her outrageous words, effectively quelling his anger.

Tyrone had to concede that she possessed a unique ability to sway his emotions when he least expected it.

Much like a few days prior when he had been on the brink of exploding with anger toward her. Yet, upon learning that she had been unjustly treated and almost got hurt, his concern had rapidly replaced his ire.

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her. Sabrina, wearing a radiant smile, patted his shoulder

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