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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 1160
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Sabrina, exhaling another sigh of relief, eased herself onto the edge of the bed.

As the sound of running water emanated from the bathroom, Sabrina grew restless and

uncertain about her actions. Her fingers idly flipped through a script.

She had resolved not to fall under Tyrone’s spell once more, to maintain a respectable

distance. Yet…

Resigned, she reclined on the bed and silently lamented her predicament.

It seemed she had become ensnared in Tyrone’s wiles, with no discernible escape route in

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sight.

Despite her best efforts, there appeared to be no way out.

Abruptly, a voice from beyond the room interrupted her reverie.

“Sabrina, would you like some water?” Bettie inquired.

Initially inclined to decline, Sabrina’s thoughts shifted, and she altered her response, “I’ll

fetch it myself later.”

Following Bettie’s departure to her room, Sabrina made her way to the kitchen, her

purpose a simple glass of water.

After a while, Tyrone emerged from the bathroom, his hair still glistening with droplets,

clad only in a solitary bath towel.

Water droplets adorned his physique, cascading languorously down his robust muscles.

Sabrina cast her gaze upon him briefly, her head then dipping back to the script before

her.

“Here, some warm water for you. Drink up.”

“Alright.” Tyrone acknowledged her offer and his fingers closed around the cup.

In the hushed room, the act of swallowing resonated conspicuously.

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Sabrina observed his Adam’s apple rhythmically rising and falling, a bead of water

meandering from his lips down his throat to nestle upon his collarbone.

She averted her eyes and set the script aside.

“Summon your secretary for your clothing and have him arrange some sustenance.”

If Bettie inquired about it, Sabrina would attribute it to a takeout order.

Tyrone hesitated momentarily, then lowered the cup.

“My phone is soaked and powered off. Would you mind lending me yours?”

With a graceful gesture, she unlocked her phone and passed it to him.

Tyrone advanced toward her to retrieve the device.