Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 382

Chapter: 382

“Stubborn woman. You could’ve called Grandpa or Larry. They all could’ve gotten you out

of there.”

Indeed, anyone else in her position would’ve been bailed out long ago, instead of quietly

staying put.

Only Sabrina would do that.

Despite being a part of the glittering celebrity circle, she yearned for an ordinary life.

Regardless of what she did, her status stirred up speculation.

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In her early days at the company, rumors of nepotism had floated around. Determined to

prove herself, she had worked relentlessly over the years.

There was a brief pause as Sabrina considered asking Tyrone what his reaction would be if

she disclosed their relationship publicly.

However, she decided against it.

It was clear he was upset that she hadn’t sought help sooner, rather than not revealing

their marital status.

Changing the subject, Sabrina asked, “Did you find the person responsible for the leak?”

“Yes, I did. There’s no need for you to worry.”

“That’s a relief.”

Sabrina sighed, a wave of exhaustion sweeping over her. Having stayed alert for so long,

she finally let her guard down. As she settled into the car, her head fell onto Tyrone’s

shoulder, and she was soon fast asleep.

When she stirred from her sleep, they had arrived at their villa in Starriver Bay.

Gently, Tyrone carried her up to their room, murmuring in a hushed tone, “We’re home

now. You can rest in our bed.”

“Hmm…” Sabrina responded with a sleepy mumble before drifting back to sleep.

Tyrone carefully placed her on the bed, undressed her gently, and tucked her in, cautious

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not to wake her.

Approaching the dressing table, Tyrone examined the assortment of bottles. Locating a

bottle of makeup remover, he soaked a few cotton pads and began gently cleaning her

face.

The cool sensation of the remover startled Sabrina, causing her to frown and brush his

hand away.

Tyrone firmly held her hand, continuing his careful work.

When Sabrina turned her head away, Tyrone had no choice but to hold her chin in place,

all the while working to remove her makeup.

Never before had he served another in such a way.

His task completed, he took a moment to admire her sleeping form.

Her eyes closed, framed by a lush set of lashes.