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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 372
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It brought to Sabrina’s mind the numerous occasions when she replayed his speeches at

school, painstakingly taking notes, and echoing them repeatedly, yet never fully content

with her rendition.

After the order was placed, the waiter left.

Sabrina rested her chin upon her palms, her attention diverted to the surrounding

restaurant.

In response, Tyrone studied her.

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Her face was a study of exquisite beauty, her skin smooth and fair.

A soft smile graced her lips, enhancing the allure of her eyes.

Following a thirty-minute wait, the dishes began to arrive in succession, the first of which

was caviar.

“This restaurant is renowned for its caviar. Would you Like to try?”

Sabrina agreed, sampling the bread garnished with the delicacy.

Its unique flavor was a blend of mild saltiness and a hint of fish.

“It’s quite appetizing.”

Initially, she hadn’t been fond of caviar, but her palate had gradually come to appreciate

it.

A serving of steak arrived next, which Tyrone meticulously sliced into bite-sized pieces for

her.

The meal ended with two dessert selections, a strawberry mousse cake and a cupcake,

both of which Sabrina consumed.

After leaving the restaurant, they went for a leisurely stroll in the nearby area.

The street was populated with couples, their entwined hands a public display of affection.

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The pair’s appearance piqued the interest of several bystanders.

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Their stroll led them to a boutique, and they exited with a rubber band encircling Tyrone’s

wrist, a token from Sabrina to symbolize his taken status.

By the time they returned to their villa, the clock struck nine.

Full of enthusiasm, Tyrone drew Sabrina into a passionate encounter in the bathroom.

“We can’t do it tomorrow.” Sabrina lay on the bed, feeling weak and exhausted.

They had done it for too many times these days.

Sabrina harbored concerns about their potential effects on their unborn child.

She blamed herself for being easily aroused.

These thoughts prompted her to cast a glance at Tyrone.