Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter 616

Chapter 616

Opening the door, she inquired, “How did you know where I’m staying?

What brings you here?”

Damon stood in the doorway, shaking a wallet. As he caught sight of Sabrina, he asked, “Is this yours?”

Sabrina’s eyes widened in shock. “Why do you have my wallet?”

Damon said, “The thief was indeed skillful, having made off with your wallet while you were takingphotos on Sagecoast. I saw him with my own eyes.”

Sabrina’s eyes met his as she inquired, “Were you at Sagecoast as well?”

Doubt crept into her mind, and for a brief moment, she wondered if it had been Damon who’d taken herwallet. The coincidence was uncanny.

“I was there just yesterday.”

“Thank you, truly,” she said.

They had only visited Sagecoast today.

Was this truly a mere coincidence?

“It’s nothing. Helping a fellow countryman abroad is only natural,”

Damon assured her, handing over the wallet.

Grasping the wallet, Sabrina looked up at him, gratitude in her eyes.

“If you hadn’t arrived in time, I’d have booked a flight to Oslo. How about I treat you to dinnertomorrow? If your friend doesn’t mind, he can come too. My treat.”

Damon’s eyebrows lifted as he answered, “We’ll see. I’1L talk to my friend first.”

“Your friend is strict with you? He sounds more like a wife, fearful of you flirting with other women,”Sabrina teased, half in jest.

At this, Damon thought of Tyrone’s stern face and couldn’t help but smile. “He’s harder to please than agirlfriend. You’ll understand when you meet him.”

Sabrina was doubtful, but she quickly masked her emotion with a gentle smile. “I was only joking.You’ve helped me so much. Dinner is the least I can do. If your friend objects, I’ll speak to him myself.”

Damon grinned playfully, nodding. “Alright, I’ll get back to you later.”

“Okay,” Sabrina responded, closing the door and leaning against it, deep in thought, her eyes fixed onthe wallet.

Was it all just a coincidence?

Meanwhile, Damon headed straight to Tyrone’s room, settling on the sofa. “I’ve returned the wallet.”

“Okay,” Tyrone responded quietly, Lounging in his armchair, elbows on knees, cigarette and lighter inhand.