Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter 597

"Little drunkard!" Tyrone whispered playfully, pinching Sabrina's nose.

Tyrone felt relieved that Sabrina didn't agree to go to the bar. Otherwise, he feared that he might have lost control.

The heating was on, and Sabrina was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket. She began to sweat and feel uncomfortable. She groaned and unconsciously tugged on her clothes.

After carefully unzipping the jacket, he removed it and her thick leggings, leaving only a layer of thermal underwear on her.

Perhaps due to intoxication or the heat, Sabrina's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, revealing her white teeth. She groaned unconsciously.

The close-fitting thermal underwear accentuated her graceful curve, making her all the more enchanting and enticing.

At first, Tyrone had no ulterior motives. He simply wanted to make her more comfortable.

However, as he watched her, his heart raced in his chest, and his breaths came in short gasps. His mouth was dry, and he couldn't think of anything else but her.

When she emitted occasional groans, it was as if fuel was added to an already blazing fire.

Unconsciously, Sabrina turned over, revealing her alluring figure as she shifted sideways.

He held his breath, unable to resist any longer. Turning Sabrina over, he leaned in and passionately kissed her captivating red lips. All his self-control slipped away.

Tyrone couldn't help but indulge in the kiss, a sensation he had longed for, craving the intimacy he had been missing for so long.

"Hmm..." A deepening crimson hue painted Sabrina's face, and her breath caught in her throat. Feeling uncomfortable, she opened her eyes and gently pushed him away. "Tyrone?"

Tyrone was stunned. His gaze met Sabrina's.

He hadn't anticipated Sabrina's awakening and was about to explain.

To his surprise, Sabrina's eyes closed, and a murmur escaped her lips. "Why did I dream of you? I don't want to dream of you at all."

Those words hit Tyrone like a blow, and his expression clouded over.

If she didn't want to dream of him, then who did she want to dream of? Bradley? Or Trevor? Or the man who had a baby with her?