Scars Of A Broken Bond

Quickly fixing the camera and adjusting the settings, Sabrina took several steps back to capture a full- body shot of him.

Tyrone stopped at the doorway of the bathroom, glancing at her.

Seeing that Sabrina was still holding the camera up to him, he couldn’t help laughing. “Do you really need to take photos even when I go to the bathroom?”

Sabrina quickly lowered her camera, speechless. “I don’t need it.”

After he went into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, Sabrina stood outside with her camera in hand. Suddenly, she heard the sound of running water inside…

Becoming aware of her actions, a blush crept across her face, and she subtly retreated a few steps.

When Tyrone emerged from the bathroom, he went straight to the kitchen. He took out a pot and filled it with water, intending to put it on boil on the stove.

Suddenly, as Sabrina bent down to adjust the camera, she didn’t Look where she was going and inadvertently bumped into him.

Fortunately, Tyrone was holding the pot firmly so it didn’t fall.

However, the impact caused some of the water to spill out. It splashed onto the ground and on his shirt.

“Are you okay?” Sabrina saw that his shirt was wet and noticed the damp fabric outlining the shape of his muscles.

“It’s okay. I’ll change my clothes later.”

Tyrone changed the pot of water, filling it with water and covering it with the lid, setting it aside.

“I’m going to go change my clothes.”

“I’ll come with you.” Still holding her camera, Sabrina moved to follow him.

Tyrone stopped and glanced back at her, his eyes trailing to her outfit. The hem of the nightgown she was wearing barely covered her bottom, burrowing her upper thighs. Her legs were completely exposed. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Although only the two of them had apartments on this floor, there was still a possibility of someone passing by on the stairs and seeing them.

Sabrina followed his gaze and realized. She quickly said, “Wait for me!”

She strode to the wardrobe and grabbed a long shirt, casually putting it on. Then she picked up her camera again and said, “Okay, let’s go.”

Sabrina followed him next door, stepping into the bedroom after him.

Tyrone pulled out a dry shirt from his wardrobe. He was about to peel off his damp clothes when Sabrina stopped him by directing him to a sunny spot in the room. “Stand here and take off your tie first.”

Tyrone willingly played along with her impromptu photo session.

Standing in the place she pointed at, he touched his collar with slender fingers, gradually loosening his tie. His gaze remained fixed on the camera, creating the illusion that he could see Sabrina through its lens.

The warm rays of the sun gracefully enveloped him, casting a beautiful shadow on the wall. It was like a natural spotlight for his chiseled features, enhancing his already handsome appearance.