Scars Of A Broken Bond

Just as he contemplated rolling down the window, Sabrina beat him to it.

“I’m feeling chilly. Please turn up the heat.”

Tyrone found himself at a loss for words. Very well, he thought. The once sweet and sensible girl had transformed into quite a handful.

Tyrone wore an affectionate yet somewhat helpless smile. Nonetheless, he was profoundly content.

He had feared that, after the events of the previous night, she might come to resent him and choose to ignore him, In comparison, the current minor retribution felt almost pleasant, like a charming game.

Upon their arrival at the Scholar Avenue restaurant, Sabrina hastened ahead, entering the establishment before Tyrone.

After parking the car and joining her inside, he discovered Sabrina seated at the most conspicuous spot in the restaurant’s dining hall.

Tyrone rarely dined in the open area of restaurants, let alone in a place where one’s presence was immediately noticed upon entering.

He approached and placed the car keys on the table.

“Wouldn’t you prefer a private room?”

“I like it here.” Tyrone found himself once again at a loss for words. Perhaps he

took a seat opposite her and inquired, “Have you already placed

It wasn’t long before Tyrone comprehended

their table could scarcely accommodate them all. The waiter had to provide an additional

including spicy

in the restaurant couldn’t help but

With an impassive countenance, Tyrone picked up his fork and offered, “Please,

fleeting glance in his direction before indulging in her

notice that Tyrone wasn’t partaking

eyes and deposited a succulent piece of mutton onto

“Give it a taste.”

momentarily, then acquiesced,

morsel, Sabrina proceeded to load his plate with more

proclaimed, “Savor every bite.” Tyrone found himself once again

devoured more mutton than he had consumed in his

driver’s seat and inquired, “Heading back, or shall we take a