Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 1026
Under the intensity of his scrutiny, Sabrina fidgeted uncomfortably, as if perched on a bed of pins and needles. Unable to
withstand the pressure, she urged, “Tyrone, remember that Ms. Clifford remains detained at the police station. Are you certain
you wish to tarry here, wasting precious time?”
Tyrone emitted a soft, knowing chuckle, his voice Laced with amusement. “Why do you shy away from meeting my gaze?”
“It’s not a matter of fear but rather, a desire to sever all connections with you...”
“Sabrina, your hesitance betrays your trepidation.” Tyrone, resolute and assured, spoke with an air of certainty.
Sabrina raised her eyes to meet Tyrone’s, locking their gazes in an unyielding standoff.
She clenched her fists, suppressing any inclination to avert her eyes. “Well then, speak your mind. What do you wish to say?”
Tyrone maintained his unwavering eye contact, his words charged with determination and precision. “Sabrina, I did approach you
with a specific intention.”
“Look, you admit it yourself...”
“What I want is you!” Tyrone said firmly, “I only want you!”
Sabrina, her lips slightly parted, was momentarily taken aback. She regarded his eyes with a mix of astonishment and, for a
heartbeat, her heart danced erratically without explanation.
Attempting to scrutinize his countenance, Sabrina strained to detect any hint of falsehood.
Yet, her efforts proved futile.
Tyrone’s sincerity resonated in his words, as if they were an undeniable truth.
However, Sabrina didn’t forget Tyrone’s talent for deception. Recalling the harrowing sight of Galilea in the hospital, Sabrina had
almost fallen victim to his fabricated narrative.
Yet, her subsequent discovery of Galilea’s carefree escapades outside had confirmed Tyrone’s propensity for falsehoods. He
had spun tales of inscrutable motives, treating her as an unwitting pawn.

This occasion was no different.
She had expected Tyrone to conjure a more convincing alibi.
Who would believe his tale of hidden motives?
What could possibly compel him to act against his own desires?
As the head of the Blakely Group, he remained tethered to Galilea’s whims. Who, in their right mind, would accept such a
notion?
Observing Sabrina’s continued silence, Tyrone pressed on with a heartfelt declaration, “Sabrina, my love for you is unwavering. I
only want you. What else could I possibly yearn for, if not you?”
Sabrina averted her gaze, a wry smile curving her lips. “Tyrone, do you even believe the words you’re uttering?”