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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 317
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Chapter: 317

“I hope you honor your words,” Sabrina replied Lightly. @

She was well aware that Galilea wouldn’t easily retreat.

The way Tyrone reacted to Galilea’s future attempts was crucial.

Sabrina held little optimism for him.

Her sole concern was to assure Cesar a worry-free life.

Tyrone failed to comprehend Sabrina’s thoughts. Assuming she had forgiven him, he

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heaved a sigh of relief. With a soft expression, he embraced her, whispering, “Thank you,

Sabrina.”

Cupping her waist, he pulled her close, his chin resting on her head.

Sabrina remained quiet, subtly nudging him away.

Recognizing her silent resistance, Tyrone released her, suggesting, “Let’s head home.”

“Alright,” Sabrina agreed with a slight nod.

Tyrone summoned the hotel manager.

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A car was swiftly arranged to escort them.

After awhile, the car came to a halt at the entrance of Starriver Bay.

Tyrone and Sabrina got out one after the other, strolling into the courtyard in perfect

harmony.

Side by side, they walked in silence, neither uttering a word.

Witnessing their return, Karen noticed a subtle change in their dynamics.

Did they reconcile?

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But it didn’t seem entirely so.

“Mrs. Blakely, welcome back.” Shifting her gaze between Sabrina and Tyrone, Karen

sported a smile. “Your secretary stopped by earlier with your suitcase.”

Sabrina acknowledged with a nod. “Okay, I’ll head upstairs to unpack.”

She ascended the stairs.

Tyrone paused for a moment before following her.

Inside the master bedroom, Sabrina began sorting the items from her suitcase.

Observing her engrossed in unpacking, he sat on the couch, gently grabbing her wrist.

“That can wait.”