Female Novel
Chapter 1107
“Shall we depart? Where do you reside? I can give you a lift,” Blayze kindly offered.
Sabrina relayed the name of her residential community.
Upon reaching the community’s entrance, Sabrina alighted from the car, extending a wave to Blayze.She expressed her gratitude, stating, “Thank you, Blayze. It’s getting late. Have a safe drive home.Bye.”
“See you next time,” Blayze responded.
It was only as Sabrina entered the community that Blayze drove away. Sabrina reactivated her phoneand entered the building.
A plethora of missed calls adorned her call log.
ALL of them were from Tyrone.
Facing the elevator, Sabrina contemplated her options. She glanced at the ascending button, then ather phone’s screen. After a moment’s hesitation, she initiated a call to Tyrone.
After a brief interlude, the unmistakable ringtone chimed softly from beside her.
Sabrina swiftly responded, eyes glued to her phone screen. When she finally looked up and foundherself ensnared in Tyrone’s piercing gaze, she was taken aback.
“Tyrone! How… Why didn’t you make any noise just now?” Her voice quivered with surprise.
She had scrutinized her phone so intently moments ago, convinced that the person waiting for theelevator next to her was someone else entirely.
Tyrone, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, regarded Sabrina with intense, searching eyes. His gazelingered on her face. Her face revealed subtle scars with varying shades beneath the overhead light.
He couldn’t help but recall her meticulously applied makeup from this morning at the police station.
Her once-tied ponytail now draped on her shoulder freely, and her attire had undergone atransformation.
Beneath Tyrone’s eyes, a fleeting glimmer of pain surfaced, only to be swiftly overshadowed by an auraof hostility, Like a trapped beast in the throes of a relentless struggle.
His brow furrowed and he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles emitted an audible creak. Hestood there, silently regarding Sabrina.
After a few heartbeats, Tyrone ambled toward the space between the two elevator doors, extinguishinghis cigarette against the rim of a nearby trash can with vigorous force. The sparks vanished as thecigarette was crushed and broken.
Following his line of sight, Sabrina noticed an accumulation of cigarette butts atop the trash can, whilethe floor was veiled in a layer of ash. Sabrina shivered, feeling as though it weren’t the cigarette butrather herself that had been crushed by Tyrone.
Involuntarily, she took a step back, swallowing hard.
“Tyrone, what’s the matter with you?”
Was he acting so peculiar merely because she hadn’t answered his calls?
Tyrone pivoted, his gaze fixed upon Sabrina, each stride measured as he approached her. He wrestledto subdue his impulses, addressing her in a raspy voice, each word carrying weight, “Where have you
been since departing from the police station earlier today?”novelbin
An assertive, masculine presence, tainted by the pungent aroma of cigarettes, seemed to envelop her.Instinctively, Sabrina held her breath and replied, “I simply took a drive.”