Scars Of A Broken Bond

“I got it,” Keilani replied, wine glass in hand, and made her way toward Kira.

Kira, catching a glimpse of Keilani, couldn’t help but smirk. She had anticipated Keilani’s presence here tonight and thus had arranged to meet Tyrone here. She had a hunch Keilani would approach her, and she was right.

“Hello, madam. May I join you?” Keilani asked with a smile, gesturing to the seat across from Kira.

“Absolutely, Kira responded, nodding.

Alice watched them from a short distance. Her plan was for Keilani to just say hello to Kira and make a good impression. She feared the longer Keilani stayed, the more likely she was to screw up. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

But more than ten minutes passed, and Keilani hadn’t returned. She was sitting opposite Kira, and they were chatting cheerfully.

After a few minutes, Keilani finally came back, still holding her glass of wine.

Alice inquired, “Why did it take so long? And who is she? What exactly did you two talk about?”

Caught off guard, Keilani paused for a moment, seeming pleased.

“Keilani?” Alice prompted again.

Snapping back to the reality, Keilani explained, “She’s Tyrone’s mother. We didn’t really discuss anything specific. Just some casual chitchat.”

“So, she’s quite fond of you, isn’t she?”

Recalling Kira’s words, Keilani nodded shyly.

“Yes, it seems so.”

“That’s a good start,” Alice said with a smile.

After parting ways with Alice, Keilani’s mind was filled with Kira’s words.

Kira had said to Keilani that she was willing to help set them up if Keilani’s feelings toward Tyrone were genuine.

Kira mentioned she had a significant secret about Tyrone and expressed her disapproval of Sabrina whose interest solely rested in Tyrone’s wealth.

Kira had also said that she knew who Keilani was, having met Keilani once and liked her instantly, hoping Keilani would replace Sabrina as her future daughter-in-law.

Kira’s words left Keilani feeling exhilarated.

The following morning, Sabrina drove Tyrone to the Philade airport.

Tyrone, reluctant to part with Sabrina, was preoccupied with his company’s affairs and had to leave. Sabrina, still having commitments here, couldn’t accompany him back.

Embracing Sabrina, Tyrone tenderly kissed her forehead, repeatedly urging, “Promise you’ll come to see me after you’re done here, okay?”

“I’ll return whenever I’m available,” Sabrina replied.