Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter 620

Chapter 620

Sabrina seemed equally confused. “You’re so handsome and wealthy.

Hasn’t anyone pursued you? Or is there someone you’re interested in?”

Just then, a knock sounded from the next room. Sabrina glanced behind Damon but saw nothing dueto the screen.

She hadn’t heard any noise from that room before, assuming it had been unoccupied.

Damon noticed that the person in the neighboring room appeared even more disheartened.

He grinned and said, “No, I don’t wish to hold anyone back.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I value freedom. Stability in work or housing isn’t for me. I want to live life on my terms. To some, itmight seem like I’m aimlessly wandering, accomplishing nothing. I know I won’t change, so I betteravoid relationships altogether,” Damon explained lazily, a wild gleam in his eye.

With her elbows propped on the table and chin resting on her hands, Sabrina gazed at Damon withadmiration. “Honestly, I admire people Like you!”

Crack.

A sudden sound from the next room interrupted them.

Sabrina seemed unfazed, sighing as she continued, “My family makes me cautious and constrained. Ienvy your freedom to do as you please. You don’t worry about what others think and have the braveryto Leave when you wish, I could never give up everything as you have.”

After a sip of water, she added, “And you have a strong sense of justice. You helped me recover mywallet and don’t want to hold other girls back. Not all good-looking men think as you do.”

“I’m flattered, really. You’re giving me too much credit,” Damon replied, his expression stiffening at theintensity of Sabrina’s gaze.

Did she truly like him? That seemed impossible.

A chill ran down his spine.

“I’m telling the truth,” she assured him, but Damon was at a loss for words.

Luckily, the waiter arrived with their food, relieving his tension.

After placing the plates on the table, Damon urged Sabrina, “Enough talk. Let’s eat.”

“Okay,” Sabrina agreed. “Why did you choose this restaurant? You even booked a private room.”

Caught off guard, Damon hesitated, but Sabrina’s raised eyebrows prompted him. “Afraid ofdisturbances?”

Damon found himself speechless.

Her remark made it sound like they were on a date, a thought that felt bizarre.

ALL of a sudden, a harsh squeak emanated from the next room, akin to the sound of a knife and forkscraping against a plate while cutting into a steak. It was quite a grating noise to listen to.