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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 106
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Chapter: 106

Sabrina glanced up, noticing his fresh pajamas and a few loose strands of hair falling over

his forehead. His tidy neck hair gave him a youthful. appearance.

As Tyrone was about to head to the armchair, Sabrina signaled to him by patting her

shoulder. He turned around and stood behind her. “Feeling worn out lately?”

“Hmm.” She nodded.

For a while, Tyrone’s large hands worked on her shoulders, kneading the tension away.

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“Jordan opened a new resort just outside town. We could consider taking a vacation there

once your work settles down.”

“We’ll see.”

They should’ve been divorced by then.

Tyrone remained silent. He continued massaging her shoulders for a while Longer before

asking, “Feeling better now?”

“Yes.”

His skill was impressive, likely honed over the past three years of their marriage.

Shortly, the housekeeper served the meal.

They seated themselves at the table, and Tyrone served Sabrina a dumpling.

“Thank you.” A thought occurred to Sabrina, and she asked, “Where’s my gift?”

Tyrone hesitated, appearing slightly embarrassed. “Galilea mentioned she really liked the

bracelet…” @

Sabrina’s heart ached a little, but she forced a smile and said, “That’s alright. I don’t need

the jewelry. You can give it to her.”

She could let go of her husband; a piece of jewelry was nothing in comparison.

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“IT’LL get you another one next time. Or if there’s any specific jewelry you want, I can buy

it for you.”

“We’ll see,” Sabrina replied nonchalantly, proceeding to eat.

Observing her expression, Tyrone cast his gaze downward.

The atmosphere turned a little awkward.

After finishing her meal slowly, Sabrina announced, “I’m done. I’LL head upstairs now.”

“Alright.”

Tyrone watched her ascend, his grip on his fork tightening.

After the quiet dinner, he returned to his room to fetch his wallet, pulled out the black card

from within, and made his way to the master bedroom.

“Sabrina…”