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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 534
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Chapter: 534

What she needed was a distraction, something to occupy her.

Caring for a kitten could serve as a suitable pastime, providing her with companionship.

Once the kitten was fed, it tailed Sabrina wherever she went, almost being stepped on

several times. @

With no other choice, Sabrina took it upon herself to look after the kitten.

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From that day forth, she had a new living companion.

Sabrina named it Bun.

Adorably fluffy, it resembled a little bun.

Upon her next visit, Bettie noted that Sabrina looked healthier than she had in a while.

She deduced that the kitten’s arrival was Tyrone’s doing, deeming it a clever move.

Before long, Sabrina was fully restored. After bathing, she patted Bun’s tiny head and

messaged Tyrone. “Shall we venture to St. Carleigh Church tomorrow?”

After a long time, Tyrone’s response came. “Sure.”

In the dead of night, the master bedroom door creaked open slightly.

Silently, Tyrone entered, his presence subtly underscored by the faint hint of Liquor, With

measured steps, he approached the bed.

“Meow!” Sabrina’s Little roommate detected his arrival.

“Shh!”

Before the kitten, Tyrone placed a ration of cat food.

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With careful sniffs, the kitten inspected and then consumed the meal.

Tyrone stroked its fluffy head gently, then walked to the bed.

In the silver glow of the moon, Sabrina’s slumbering countenance was calm and tranquil,

save for a furrowed brow.

Tyrone was entranced, unable to tear his gaze from her.

Gently seating himself on the bedside, he softly ran his fingers over her smooth and

tender face.

Only in such moments could he be near her without meeting her icy, disdainful gaze.

That look filled him with dread.

Even Tyrone, usually decisive and self-assured in his business dealings, was capable of

fear.