Scars Of A Broken Bond

Chapter 1075

“I find it necessary to contemplate the condition you’ve presented more thoroughly. Three minutes, yousee, feels rather inadequate…”

“So, are you inclined to consider remarrying me?”

“No…” Sabrina responded.

“In that case, a direct refusal will suffice.”

Sabrina found herself momentarily at a loss for words.

With a snort, she shot a skeptical glance at Tyrone. “Very well. It’s possible that you and Galileaorchestrated this together to deceive me. Perhaps there are no secrets at all!”

“Believe what you will.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes and clenched her teeth in frustration.

Clearly, Tyrone harbored no intention of disclosing the truth!

Tyrone met her gaze and spoke gently.

“Sabrina, there are certain matters that I would rather you remained unaware of, for your own good. Iimplore you not to extend an olive branch to Galilea with a letter of understanding for this.”novelbin

Tyrone wouldn’t permit Galilea to escape justice so easily.

Even if Sabrina were to pen a letter of understanding, it pertained solely to this particular issue.

The truth of Sabrina’s father’s demise would soon come to Light, leaving Galilea with no recourse.

Yet, Tyrone was resolute in shielding Sabrina from the darker aspects of it all.

Presently, Sabrina was in a positive state, her life imbued with aspirations and passions.

“I’m not naive,” Sabrina asserted.

At this moment, a gentle tap on the door announced the arrival of the waiter, who gracefully entered theroom, bearing an array of tantalizing dishes, each plated with exquisite precision.

With a fork in hand, Tyrone skillfully transitioned the conversation, his voice adorned with a charmingtone as he proposed, “Shall we dig in? The table emanated an alluring aroma, yet it was the braisedmutton, placed before Sabrina, that held a uniquely enticing scent, distinct from all the other dishes ondisplay.

Observing Sabrina savoring the braised mutton with palpable delight, Tyrone, filled with curiosity,inquired, “Is it truly so delicious?”

“Care for a taste?”

Tyrone picked up a morsel with his fork.