Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 1163

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Fresh from her recent shower, Sabrina’s eyes glistened with moisture, her skin adorned with a rosy hue.

Sabrina frowned. What an extraordinary coincidence.

With a wary expression, Sabrina regarded Tyrone and issued a direct demand.

“Hand over your phone.”

Raising an eyebrow, Tyrone retrieved his phone from his coat in the hamper and passed it to Sabrina.

She made an effort to turn on the phone but it remained stubbornly unresponsive.

It seemed to be broken.

Was it really a coincidence?

“Then what should you do?” Sabrina inquired, her brows knit in concern as she placed his phone nonchalantly on the table.

Tyrone contemplated for a moment before suggesting, “Would it be possible for me to spend the night in the guest room, if you don’t mind?”

“No.” Sabrina’s refusal was immediate and unwavering.

The prospect of Bettie discovering such an arrangement was simply too dire.

Sabrina could vividly picture the disappointment that would cloud Bettie’s eyes.

“Then…” Tyrone pondered for a brief moment but he halted his words before they left his lips.

It appeared that the sole viable option remaining was to share a bed, and he, unfortunately, remained unclothed.

Sabrina, feeling the onset of an irksome headache, extracted a duvet from the cabinet and set up the bed.

“You can take this side,” she declared, positioning a pillow between them.

“Don’t cross the line!”

“Understood,” Tyrone acquiesced.

She seated herself on the bed and watched a video for a while, then extinguished the light and settled in for the night.

Recalling the last time she had shared a bed with Tyrone, which had occurred just two days prior, she couldn’t help but blush in the darkness.

The room hushed to an almost eerie degree, with only the rhythmic sounds of their breathing breaking the silence.

After a prolonged silence, Tyrone shifted, his voice a hoarse, low, and alluring whisper as he inquired, “Are you asleep?”