Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter-1624

Upon arriving at the hospital, Sabrina headed to the doctor's office to collect the results and then proceeded for

an ultrasound and Down syndrscreening.

Tyrone took the results from Sabrina, scanning them briefly. Raising an eyebrow, he questioned, "Sixteen weeks

along?"

"Yes," Sabrina replied, her voice steady.

It dawned on Tyrone that Sabrina must have conceived while in Philade. Quietly, he did the math. Four months

back... Their eyes met, and Sabrina caught a glimpse of his smug expression. Flushing with embarrassment, she

gave him a sharp pinch on the waist. Averting her gaze, she teased, "You are so capable."

Tyrone's response was a smile. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering something that made

her cheeks burn even brighter. She glanced at him, a mix of bashfulness and annoyance in her eyes, protectively

covering her stomach as though she wanted to shield their unborn child from the conversation. "Dare to repeat

that?"

"I'd rather not," Tyrone hurriedly said, his voice a mix of caution and delight. He cherished her feisty demeanor.

Had they not been in the hospital, he would've seized the moment to kiss her.

Sabrina turned and walked away, leaving Tyrone behind. She didn't mind if he had followed her. His mind, after

all, seemed occupied with thoughts of intimacy.

Tyrone caught up with her and took her hand in his.

Outside the exam room, Sabrina found a seat and settled in to wait for her turn to run through the check.

Tyrone took the seat next to her, gently playing with her hand. After a moment, he leaned in and whispered,

"Lucky he's strong, huh?

"What?"

"We really enjoyed ourselves in Philade..."

Sabrina shot him a warning look and whispered back, "I was bleeding then. | assumed it was my period..."

"I'm really sorry. That was on me." Tyrone lowered his head. At that time, Sabrina lied to him about having a

boyfriend, driving his nuts to the point of claiming her several times. Upon reflecting, he realized she was already

pregnant then. He was relieved both Sabrina and the baby were okay. If anything had happened, he would have

been devastated.

"Enough."

Seeing her flushed ears, Tyrone grinned and said, "Alright, no more. | won't bring it up again."

By the afternoon, Sabrina had completed her prenatal checkup. The baby was doing well, and the Down

syndrscreening cback clear.

After they left the hospital, they grabbed lunch together.

At lunch, Tyrone said in a laid-back tone, "I know you love photography but don't wear yourself out. Maybe cut

back on work a bit lately."

Sabrina had set up her own stuand hired an assistant. Tyrone made sure she had two bodyguards for

protection. Just last week, she led a commercial shoot for a client.

"I'll start to take it easy once the baby gets a bit older, Sabrina remarked. "Oh, and | need to go on a business

trip

tomorrow."

Tyrone paused and looked at her. "Where to this time?"

"Violetholt."

Tyrone raised his eyebrows.

"It's for a magazine shoot," Sabrina explained, just letting him know her plans.

Realizing he couldn't convince her otherwise, Tyrone suggested, "Have Brenton and the others go with you."

Brenton was one of the bodyguards Tyrone had arranged for Sabrina.

"Sure."

On Tuesday morning, Sabrina, along with her assistant and bodyguards, flew to Violetholt.

A secretary from the magazine was there to greet them at the airport and take them to the hotel.

The secretary told Sabrina before leaving, "Be at the Secenary Restaurant by seven tonight. The chief editor

wants to have dinner with you and the model to get acquainted."

Sabrina gave a nod of acknowledgment. At 6:45 PM, she made her way into the chamber at Secenary

Restaurant. Shortly after, the model arrived, and they exchanged greetings. Sabrina inquired about the model's

preferred style, and the model, with her extensive experience, shared her likes with impressive clarity. She also

recounted stories from her past photoshoots.

At 7:05 PM, the editor-in-chief swung the door open, wearing a broad smile. "Apologies for the delay. | had to pick

someone up just now..."

A casually dressed man, tall and striking, followed the editor-in-chief.

Sabrina caught sight of the man, gasped, and stood up. "Blayze?"

"Surprised to see me?" Blayze entered with a grin, found a chair, and made himself comfortable. "I heard you

were back, so | put in a good word for you with Peterson."

"I owe you one, Blayze. | was wondering why Mr. Wilde decided to collaborate with me. It was your doing all

along," Sabrina said, her smile genuine.

The model was stunned. The interaction she just witnessed made her rethink. She had assumed Sabrina to be a

young, yet remarkably talented photographer. Now, it appeared there was more to the story. She crossed her

fingers, hoping the photographs would turn out well.

"Miss Chavez, you're too humble. | don't just take yone's recommendation," Peterson said, still smiling. "I've

looked your work and believe in your talent. That's why | approached you."

Hearing this, the model felt relieved.

"Ah, | understand. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Peterson. I'll make sure to live up to it," Sabrina responded

with renewed determination.

"I'm eager to see what you'll bring to the table," Peterson said, beaming.

"So, what brought you back? Weren't you enjoying your tin Philade?" Blayze reclined in his chair, resting an

elbow on its back in a relaxed manner.

Sabrina offered a smile and teased, "Can't you see the reason why I've returned?"

Tyrone had sought Sabrina out in Philade after his victory amid his clash with the Evans family. Blayze, part of

the Evans family, was undoubtedly privy to this.

With a thoughtful frown, Blayze inquired, "So, have you and Tyrone made up?"

It had taken Blayze a while to catch on that Tyrone's breakup with Sabrina was a ruse, simply staged for the

Evans family. The moment Tyrone won, he rushed off to reunite with Sabrina.

"Kind of," Sabrina replied vaguely.

Glancing at Peterson and the model

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