Scars Of A Broken Bond

Chapter 17

Chapter: 17

Like all dreams, she believed this one would also come to an end.

Galilea served as the alarm clock.

A twinge of pain tugged at Sabrina’s heart. She offered a faint smile and remarked, “It’s been a long time. Galilea, you have become even more beautiful.”

However, she couldn’t joke about Galilea wedding Tyrone anymore.

“Thank you, and you are no less. On another note, how do you find the signed album?” Galilea asked with a smile. “I recall your fondness for the singer. Fortunately, she happens to be an acquaintance from abroad.

I seized the opportunity to have her autograph an album for you.”

Sabrina felt as though she had been electrocuted. She had always maintained her composure, but this revelation left her disoriented. @

Like a clown on stage, she felt mocked and surrounded by spectators. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She glanced at Tyrone, her eyes pleading for reassurance.

She yearned for Tyrone to refute Galilea’s claim, to declare that he had bought the gift for her.

Tyrone looked at her impassively and inquired, “What? You don’t Like the gift Galilea got for you?” @

Sabrina’s face was void of any expression.

After a substantial pause, she regained her calm and suggested, “Let’s save the nostalgia for another day. Everyone has been waiting for a long time. Let’s sit down and work.”

“Sounds good.” Upon hearing this, Galilea turned to Tyrone and said, “Tyrone, return to your office. Remember, we have lunch plans together.”

“Sure.”

As Sabrina watched him leave, a bitter taste overwhelmed her, leaving her breathless.

She had started believing that Tyrone might harbor feelings for her.

How could she think that he had some feelings for her?

How ridiculous.

The meeting finally adjourned at three in the afternoon.

After arranging the files on her desk, Sabrina announced, “Your efforts are appreciated. Let’s grab lunch at the new restaurant downstairs.”

“Okay, we’d love to.” Julia, Galilea’s agent, agreed.

The employees from both sides nodded in approval and headed to the elevators.

Julia turned to Galilea and suggested, “Should we call Mr. Blakely? He mentioned having lunch with you.”