Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 724
As for which guest room she was in, Sabrina would need to check them individuatly.
Pushing open the door of the leftmost guest room, she called out, “Jennie?”
There was no one inside.
She moved to the next guest room, opening the door and inquiring once again, “Jennie?”
Still, the rooms remained vacant.
Upon reaching the entrance of the third guest room, Sabrina held the conviction that she would discover Jennie there. With a
smile, she pushed the door open and began, “Jennie...”
In an instant, her voice trailed off abruptly.
Her mouth fell open in stunned disbelief as she locked eyes with Tyrone.
Unable to resist the magnetic pull, her gaze wandered down his sculpted form, tracing every contour.
His damp locks clung sensually to his forehead, while his exposed upper body shimmered under the gentle caress of the Light.
The breadth of his shoulders exuded strength, while his muscles rippled with every movement. Each droplet of water that
cascaded from his hair, traveling down his shoulders, only accentuated the tantalizing definition of his eight-pack abs.
She had always been aware of his well-built physique, and the memory of its contours was intimately familiar.
Tyrone’s gaze intensified, revealing a deepening emotion. He cleared his throat and asked, “What? Do you want to touch me?”
Suddenly, the room grew tense.
Sabrina lifted her gaze to meet Tyrone’s penetrating eyes. Sensing something amiss, much Like a caught rabbit, she questioned
with growing alarm, “Weren’t you supposed to be busy? And why are you showering in the guest room, especially at this time of
the day?”
It was so weird.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that Tyrone was setting a trap for her.

Tyrone casually spread out his hands and replied, “One question at a time, please. Yes, I was occupied, but now I’m not. The
reason for the guest room shower? Jennie claimed the master bedroom so she could watch cartoons. As for my shower timing?
Jennie and I had a late gaming night. Are you content with those responses?”
Giving Tyrone an icy stare, Sabrina merely huffed and made her way to the master bedroom. ©
However, before she could get far, Tyrone’s grip closed around her wrist.
“What are you doing?” Sabrina struggled.
With deliberate slowness, Tyrone gestured to his toned abdomen, teasing, “Didn’t you want to touch it?”
As her fingers brushed against his firm muscles, a surge of familiarity hit her. Pulling back abruptly, she shot him a venomous
look, exclaiming, “You’re out of your mind, Tyrone!”