Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter 617

"Didn't you see her yesterday? Why not deliver it yourself?" Damon asked, lighting his own cigarette.

He remembered Tyrone's swift punch to the thief, a memory accentuated by the imagined sound of breaking ribs.

Tyrone drew heavily on his cigarette, exhaling slowly as the smoke twirled upwards and vanished.

The chill of Sabrina's words from yesterday, "I don't want to remarry you," lingered with him, colder even than December in Norwen.

After a pause, Tyrone asked, "Did she say anything else?"

"She offered to treat me to dinner tomorrow," Damon replied, anticipating Tyrone's response. "She insisted, since I helped her. If you object, she'll speak to you."

Tyrone paused once more before taking another drag, his face serious.

Damon playfully glanced at Tyrone and inquired, "What do you think? You have to agree this time, right?"

Tyrone's expression darkened. "Tell her that you'll choose the restaurant."

"Okay."

They had intended to go to the sea to observe the whales the following day. A large ship had been reserved by Bettie for the whale-watching trip. The departure was scheduled for approximately eight in the morning, with the journey expected to last anywhere from six to nine hours.

Consequently, Sabrina and Damon planned their dinner for that evening. Upon hearing Damon's desire to select a restaurant, Sabrina found herself puzzled once again.

However, she did not object and requested that Damon inform her once he had made his decision.

The next morning, precisely at seven-thirty, Sabrina and her friends gathered at the assigned dock.

There, numerous individuals awaited their turn, clearly anticipating their upcoming whale-watching adventure.

They had secured a catamaran for their tour.

By seven-forty, they were aboard the ship, embarking precisely at eight o'clock. The vessel accommodated over 30 people in total.

As the boat's hull sliced through the water, creating white waves that parted in two, they steadily drifted away from the dock.

On the deck, Sabrina stood, the sea breeze caressing her face, tinged with the unique salty aroma.

She glanced back to see the dock receding into the distance, gradually vanishing from sight.

A vast sea surrounded her, and in the distance, where the blue sky met the horizon, faint outlines of snow-capped mountains began to emerge with the sky itself.

With some distance still to cover before reaching the whales' location, Sabrina felt a chill and headed for the lounge.

A small lounge on the ship held over ten passengers, while the remaining ten stayed outside, absorbed in the landscape.