Scars Of A Broken Bond

Her soft, coquettish voice seemed to drive Tyrone wild with desire.

Tyrone groaned, slowing down as beads of sweat formed on his forehead and streamed down the side of his face.

Their intimate encounter extended well into the evening, the room bathed in the warm glow of the fading daylight as Sabrina lay on the sofa, closing her eyes and catching her breath.

Although Tyrone had admitted his mistakes, he was still angry at Sabrina for putting him through hell these last few days, which fueled his actions.

However, he knew he was wrong, so he sought solace in the bedroom, using every trick to elicit comfort from Sabrina. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Reflecting on his strategies, Sabrina felt a shy blush creeping onto her face. Previously, Sabrina rarely addressed Tyrone with the endearing term “honey.” But now, with their rekindled love, it appeared to hold significant importance for him.

Amidst the afterglow, Sabrina heard a rustling sound.

Opening her eyes, she saw Tyrone tinkering with her camera. Alarmed, she realized what he intended to do and hurried to cover herself.

“Don’t take any pictures!”

“Oh, come on. Let’s take some photos together?” Tyrone suggested, bringing the camera to the sofa.

“We can’t do that!” Sabrina firmly refused. Grabbing her dress, she playfully kicked him. “And put your clothes on.” She didn’t want to see him walking around everywhere butt-naked.

“Okay.” Tyrone chuckled, putting the camera on the table. “What do you want for dinner? I’ll have someone bring clothes and food here.”

Sabrina gestured to the fridge, saying, “There are a lot of ingredients in the fridge. No need to call anyone.”

“Got it,” Tyrone replied.

The room sweltered, the air conditioning barely taking the edge off the stickiness lingering from their recent intimacy.

Feeling uneasy, Sabrina headed to the bedroom for fresh clothes. Just as she was about to step into the bathroom, she said, “I’ll take a quick shower.”

Before the door could close, Tyrone slipped in, teasing, “How about a shower for two?”

Sabrina sighed, feeling somewhat trapped.

Their shower session lingered for what felt like an eternity.

As dusk settled and the lights flickered on, Tyrone carried Sabrina to bed, swathing her in a bath towel before tucking her in.

Exhausted, Sabrina shut her eyes, unable to muster any more energy.

Tyrone covered her with a blanket, assuring her, “I’ll grab some clothes and whip up dinner.”

Sabrina nodded weakly.

As Tyrone left for the living room, he noticed their inner clothing strewn about, retrieving and neatly arranging them on the sofa before donning his trousers and heading to another room.