Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 894
Curiously, she leaned in for a closer peek and, to her dismay, realized he genuinely was on a conference call.
Everything she had just done and said had been witnessed by the people on the other end.
Blushing with embarrassment, Sabrina quickly turned around and hurriedly slipped away.
But in her rush, she didn’t realize the belt of her bathrobe got caught on the table’s edge.
As she rushed away, her belt slipped to the floor, causing her bathrobe to open up.
Her exquisite and elegant figure was vividly displayed before Tyrone’s eyes.
Sabrina, in shock, gazed at the fallen belt on the floor, and when she looked up, she caught Tyrone’s appreciative gaze on her
body.
“Ah!” Suppressing a shriek and remembering the ongoing video call, she mouthed, “Don’t stare, Tyrone!”
Ignoring the scattered snacks on the floor, Sabrina quickly placed the iPad on the table, wrapped the bathrobe around her chest,
and leaned down to retrieve the belt.
But to her surprise, Tyrone beat her to it and picked up the belt. He casually Looped one end around his fingers, fixing his gaze
on Sabrina with a meaningful look.
“You look stunning. The clothes suit you well.”
Understanding his intentions, Sabrina quickly clutched the bathrobe closed, offering herself some semblance of modesty. She
shot Tyrone a sharp look, urging, “Hand over the belt.”
But Tyrone simply shook his head, stood, and wordlessly offered, “Let me assist.”
Sabrina backed away. “Absolutely not! I can do it myself!”
“Come on, Let me help you,” Tyrone persisted, inching closer.
The room was filled with a tense silence as the standoff continued.

Wishing to end the standoff, Sabrina adjusted the robe’s collars, her gaze piercing, and snapped, “Get on with it!”
Grinning, Tyrone stepped up to her, his lips unintentionally grazing her ear. Gently, he wrapped the belt around her waist,
threading it from the back and securing a neat bow in front.
As he fashioned the bow, he murmured, “The moment I first saw the swimsuit, I envisioned you in it.”
“Psycho!” Sabrina muttered under her breath.
Once the belt was securely in place, she briskly stepped away, scooped up the snacks and iPad, and made a beeline for the hot
spring.
Watching her hastened retreat, Tyrone couldn’t help chuckling.