Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter 371

Chapter 371

During their walk, Tyrone was called away to the local branch office.

Sabrina returned to the master bedroom for a nap. By the time she woke, it was already evening.

Turning on her phone, she found a message from Tyrone. “Are you awake?

Let me know when you’re up. I’ll arrange for someone to pick you up for dinner.”

After texting him back, Sabrina changed into appropriate attire for the weather.

A secretary arrived shortly to drive her to dinner.

The villa was conveniently located near the city, so the ride took just thirty minutes.

As the car glided through the city streets, she gazed at the passing scenery, lost in her thoughts.

The local branch office was based in New York. It was a budding industry and wielded significantinfluence over Wall Street.

Tyrone’s speech at Wall Street had previously made waves on the internet.

Back then, Sabrina was a naive 18-year-old girl. Having watched countless dramas, she had highhopes for love.

Now at 25, and three years into her marriage, she was having a relationship crisis.

The car halted before a fancy restaurant.

Following the secretary’s lead, Sabrina entered the lively restaurant, where every table was occupiedby diners, showcasing its popularity.

As soon as she stepped in, Sabrina spotted Tyrone.

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He was seated at the aisle’s adjacent table in the third row, donned in a black shirt, matching suittrousers, and minus the jacket that hung over the back of his chair.

Emanating an air of sophistication, he reclined in his chair, legs crossed.

Sensing Sabrina’s presence, his eyes shifted to the door and locked with hers.

Sabrina hastened to his table, pulled out a chair, and took a seat across from him.

“So, here you are. How did you spend your afternoon at home?”

“I spent the entire afternoon sleeping.”

“Then you won’t be sleepy tonight.” Having a sense of Tyrone’s thoughts, Sabrina shot him apenetrating gaze.

The waiter arrived at their table with a pair of menus.

Tyrone took charge of ordering, his voice low and mesmerizing.