Scars Of A Broken Bond

After that, Sabrina was sweating, her breath escaping in rapid pants.

Afterwards, Tyrone took Sabrina back to her home and remembered he had left water to boil in the kitchen.

He walked over to the stove and discovered that the water had almost completely evaporated.

Tyrone gazed into the pot, feeling a sense of helplessness. He had to fill the pot with cold water once again.

When Sabrina went to the bathroom, she found some blood staining her underwear. Her lower abdomen was slightly painful. Her period had arrived.

Since the abortion of her child, Sabrina’s menstrual cycle had become disordered and irregular, and she found it difficult to keep track and remember the day she should look out for.

The only reason Tyrone had left home to come here was to see Sabrina.

His visit had not been in vain, and now the misunderstandings between them had been resolved. But there were still many matters to attend to back in the Blakely Group, so Tyrone could not linger for long.

Because of this, he had purchased an air ticket to return home the next day.

At noon, the two decided to go out for lunch in a restaurant.

While they were there, at some point, Tyrone got up to go to the bathroom.

“It’s you!” Keilani was there. She squinted her eyes at Tyrone when she saw him, recognizing him from a previous encounter on a plane to Austrain a few months ago.

Keilani wouldn’t forget such a handsome face. So, this time, Keilani recognized Tyrone at once. She was so surprised that she rushed up to him, greeting him excitedly, “Do you remember me?”

Tyrone gave Keilani a casual glance and didn’t slow down. “I don’t remember,” he replied, his tone uninterested.

This left Keilani reeling. She persisted, “Really? You’ve forgotten? Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

We met on a flight to Linbourne. You were in first class, right next to me.”

“Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell,” Tyrone said before disappearing into the restroom.

Tyrone was just as distant as before. Disappointed but not deterred, Keilani lingered outside, waiting.

When Tyrone emerged, drying his hands, she approached him eagerly.

“It’s fine if you don’t remember me. I’d like to be friends with you.

I’m Keilani Wilson,” she declared, her voice taking on a firm tone as she mentioned her last name.

Tyrone paused, studying Keilani with a slight frown. “Now I remember you,” he said.

“You do?” Keilani couldn’t hide her surprise, but inside, she felt scorn and annoyance. He hadn’t remembered her until she mentioned her name. How convenient! She had hoped he was different, but it seemed he was just like others who ingratiated themselves with her.

A faint smile played on Tyrone’s lips. “I remember you since you were quite naive on the plane. Couldn’t you tell I didn’t want to talk with you?”