Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Despite her reluctance to forge a connection with Trevor, her willingness to delve into this case, and her readiness to assume the
role of Galilea’s assistant in her quest for retribution over her father’s death, why had she suddenly chosen to notify the police
late at night?
Was she not apprehensive that Galilea might decline to testify?
Arching an eyebrow, Sabrina retorted with a sneer, “What’s the matter? Are you concerned for her well-being? Do you
sympathize with her?”
“You know that’s not what I meant.” hen what precisely did you mean?” jalilea and I are not what you assume...”
“You supported her and attended the event with her, didn’t you? How am I supposed to interpret that? Tyrone, have you forgotten
the cause behind your grandpa‘s passing?” Sabrina challenged.
Tyrone found himself unable to articulate a response. “I had my reasons.”
“What reasons?” Observing Tyrone’s silence, Sabrina smiled knowingly. “I understand that you may have your constraints but
you can‘t divulge them to me, can you?”
Sabrina’s tone took on a mocking edge. “To be honest, I’m not the Least bit surprised. Ever since you easily forgot your
grandpa’s death and let her out, I knew that you would soften your heart and reunite with her someday. Whether you seek justice
for your grandfather or stay with Galilea, it’s of no concern to me. Tyrone, if you harbor affection for her, kindly refrain from
approaching me and proclaiming your affection for me. It’s quite revolting!” ©
Tyrone found himself rendered speechless.
Sabrina’s revulsion, as reflected in her disdainful gaze, drained the color from his face. “Revolting? Is that truly how you feel?”
Observing the melancholy etched within Tyrone’s gaze, Sabrina, in a graceful gesture, gently compressed her lips and clenched
her delicate fists.
Wasn’t she telling the truth? Why would he be sad?
A resolute declaration, delivered with icy precision, parted Sabrina’s lips. “Indeed, Tyrone! Your recent actions have not only cast
aspersions upon your connection with Galilea but have also cast a disparaging shadow over my character. Do you truly believe I
would be ensnared in your ruse? No way! Regardless of your intentions, I implore you to cease this charade forthwith!”

Sabrina’s tone was icy.
Tyrone’s piercing stare bore into Sabrina’s being, causing the veins on his forehead to strain under the pressure of his emotions.
He inquired, his words charged with frustration, “What is it that you imagine I seek?”
“How am I to discern your desires? Only you know that.”
Sabrina arched her eyebrows as she responded.
A rueful laugh escaped Tyrone’s lips as he closed the physical gap between them. His tongue briefly grazed his molars in
contemplation as he continued to regard Sabrina intently. He advanced toward her with measured steps.
Locked in his penetrating gaze, Sabrina involuntarily retreated, her heels pressing against the wall adjacent to the elevator’s
entrance. A quiver of uncertainty danced within her and she voiced her apprehension. “What... What is your intention?”
Tyrone leaned in, his arm forming a protective barrier against the wall, his head tilting ever so slightly. Warm breath grazed
Sabrina’s face and ears, igniting an almost ticklish sensation, causing her to instinctively recoil her neck.
“Look into my eyes,” Tyrone implored, his voice reduced to a husky murmur.
Sabrina obeyed, her gaze locking with his deep and enigmatic orbs, shrouded in a mantle of mystery and unpredictability. His
commanding presence left her feeling utterly exposed, and her innermost secrets and thoughts laid bare before him.