Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter1536

Her soft, coquettish voice seemed to drive Tyrone wild with desire.

Tyrone groaned, slowing down as beads of sweat formed on his forehead and streamed down the sideof his face.

Their intimate encounter extended well into the evening, the room bathed in the warm glow of thefading daylight as Sabrina lay on the sofa, closing her eyes and catching her breath.

Although Tyrone had admitted his mistakes, he was still angry at Sabrina for putting him through hellthese last few days, which fueled his actions.

However, he knew he was wrong, so he sought solace in the bedroom, using every trick to elicitcomfort from Sabrina.

Reflecting on his strategies, Sabrina felt a shy blush creeping onto her face. Previously, Sabrina rarelyaddressed Tyrone with the endearing term “honey.” But now, with their rekindled love, it appeared tohold significant importance for him.

Amidst the afterglow, Sabrina heard a rustling sound.

Opening her eyes, she saw Tyrone tinkering with her camera. Alarmed, she realized what he intendedto do and hurried to cover herself.

“Don’t take any pictures!”

“Oh, come on. Let’s take some photos together?” Tyrone suggested, bringing the camera to the sofa.

“We can’t do that!” Sabrina firmly refused. Grabbing her dress, she playfully kicked him. “And put yourclothes on.” She didn’t want to see him walking around everywhere butt-naked.

“Okay.” Tyrone chuckled, putting the camera on the table. “What do you want for dinner? I’ll havesomeone bring clothes and food here.”

Sabrina gestured to the fridge, saying, “There are a lot of ingredients in the fridge. No need to callanyone.”

“Got it,” Tyrone replied.

The room sweltered, the air conditioning barely taking the edge off the stickiness lingering from theirrecent intimacy.

Feeling uneasy, Sabrina headed to the bedroom for fresh clothes. Just as she was about to step intothe bathroom, she said, “I’ll take a quick shower.”

Before the door could close, Tyrone slipped in, teasing, “How about a shower for two?”

Sabrina sighed, feeling somewhat trapped.

Their shower session lingered for what felt like an eternity.

As dusk settled and the lights flickered on, Tyrone carried Sabrina to bed, swathing her in a bath towelbefore tucking her in.

Exhausted, Sabrina shut her eyes, unable to muster any more energy.

Tyrone covered her with a blanket, assuring her, “I’ll grab some clothes and whip up dinner.”

Sabrina nodded weakly.

As Tyrone left for the living room, he noticed their inner clothing strewn about, retrieving and neatlyarranging them on the sofa before donning his trousers and heading to another room.