Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Well, I never once saw her hanging out with Richard when I was keeping tabs on her.”

“I see.” Tyrone felt relief wash over him, but he wasn’t going to forget that Damon and Sabrina had lied to him together. “Just wait and see. I’ll be sure to teach you a lesson later!”

Damon laughed out loud.

Tyrone hung up the phone and returned to the chamber.

Mrs. George seemed to have guessed the truth of what had happened. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Her lips curled into a smile, and she commented, “Tyrone, you seemed to be screwed by your wife.”

Mrs. George didn’t know Tyrone’s wife, but the fact that the latter could play tricks on Tyrone and still be so deeply loved by him intrigued her. She was curious about his wife now.

Tyrone didn’t deny it. He just turned to Richard and instructed, “Go and bring me the contract.”

“Okay, I’ll do it right now.” As Richard left the room, his shoulders were slumped, and he couldn’t help but heave a sigh.

Not long after, Richard returned with the contract and handed it to Tyrone.

Tyrone’s eyes skimmed the contract quickly, the paper crinkling slightly under his clenched hands as an angry smile appeared on his face. Richard was telling the truth. Sabrina had indeed hired Richard to pretend to be her boyfriend when he was around. Moreover, she had staged the whole act in the car just now, making him believe she had fallen for Richard. She was truly remarkable.

However, Sabrina’s actions indicated that she cared about him since she went this far to piss him off. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have bothered to provoke him in the first place. He felt as if she had cast a

spell on him. Sabrina’s seriousness when taking pictures of him showed how much effort she put into it. The attention she gave him was so obvious. How could he believe she fell in love with somebody else?

Saying goodbye to Mrs. George, Tyrone rushed to Sabrina’s apartment without wasting another second.

Sabrina was home, busy dealing with the photographs she had taken of Tyrone.

The four pictures that she had carefully taken of Tyrone had turned out very well, and she was quite satisfied. The images were so well captured that they only needed a few adjustments instead of major edits.

Suddenly, amid her work, there was a knock on the door.

Sabrina glanced up at the door. She rose from her seat and walked over, calling, “Who is it?”

“It’s me…” Tyrone’s voice echoed outside from the door.

Perplexed, Sabrina peered through the peephole, confirming Tyrone’s presence in the hallway. Questions flooded her mind. Wasn’t he pissed off? Why was he here again?

Sabrina opened the door and looked at him, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Why are you here? Have you been outside in the car this whole time?”

“No.” Tyrone didn’t look angry at all. He was calm, a faint smile on his lips. “My grandma called me just now. Let’s talk inside.”

Without any doubt, Sabrina turned and let Tyrone into her apartment, closing the door behind them. “So what did your grandma say?”

“She didn’t say anything.”

“What?” Then why did he come here? Sabrina couldn’t figure out what Tyrone was thinking as her head tilted slightly at him in bewilderment.