Scars Of A Broken Bond

As if the earlier fight with Richard hadn’t occurred, Tyrone proposed, “Sabrina, let me drive you home.”

Sabrina, hands on her hips, glared at him. “How dare you show up again after beating Richard up today?”

Tyrone pursed his lips and appeared somewhat aggrieved. “I was hurt as well. He had you to accompany him to the hospital, whereas I had no one.”

“Do you still want to argue with me?” Sabrina crossed her arms and glared at him with hostility.

“He tossed away the lunchbox I gave you. I made your favorite food myself. And I was worried it might cause you trouble, so I had asked him to go to the firefighting access,” Tyrone explained.

Tyrone had restrained himself, refraining from any action at the studio door.

“Why do you remain so arrogant? Do you expect my appreciation for your choice of fighting in the firefighting access? What’s going on in that head of yours?” Sabrina snapped.

“I didn’t mean that.”

gritted her teeth. “I don’t want

me drive you home. It’s pouring outside. I heard that a tree had fallen on the road and blocked the

ask my boyfriend to pick me up,”

won’t be

and eyed Tyrone suspiciously. “How do you know

flat tire. He’s probably getting

car. The car he was driving was rented out in Sabrina’s name, and the contract stipulated that

significant money in hiring Richard, and

teeth, “Did you have something