Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 125

Chapter: 125

The darkness outside matched her sentiments.

What a nuisance!

Why did he choose to drink at such an unusual hour? Couldn’t he have chosen to drink at

home instead?

Without other options, Sabrina slipped into her attire and navigated to the location shared

by Rolf. She made her way to the building, and nudged the door open.

Inside, a pair of men Lounged on a couch. One of them was Rolf and the other was Tyrone.

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Rolf, reclined comfortably against the couch, sparked a cigarette into life.

Tyrone was situated in a similar pose, but his eyes were shut, a wine glass clutched in his

hand.

The noise of the opening door roused him briefly, his eyes opening and then closing again.

Scattered across the floor were countless wine bottles.

Spotting Tyrone’s frown, Sabrina queried, “Did he empty all these bottles?”

“Indeed, he did,” Rolf responded with a sober nod.

“Tyrone,” Sabrina called out, stepping to the couch to place the wine glass on the table.

Tyrone’s eyes flickered open, fixing her with a silent stare.

Sabrina’s heart fluttered when she met his gaze, momentarily disoriented, unsure if he

was drunk.

“It’s late. Let’s head home. You need some sleep.”

Tyrone’s hand rose to massage the space between his brows. He struggled to his feet,

swaying dangerously.

Without missing a beat, Sabrina reached out to stabilize him. “Are you capable of

walking?”

“Yes, I am.” Tyrone’s voice came out in a hoarse tone. He forcefully shook off her hand and

staggered forward.

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As she fell into step with him, Sabrina thanked Rolf. “Goodbye, Rolf. Appreciate your help

tonight.”

Strolling beside Tyrone, Sabrina stayed vigilant, ready to catch him in case he toppled

over.

Close to him, she was engulfed by the strong scent of alcohol. She could only guess how

much he had consumed.

Surprisingly, despite his intoxicated state, he managed to enter the elevator and press the

button for the basement.

Upon reaching the garage, Sabrina moved ahead and called over her shoulder, “The car is

here.”

Tyrone, with his intense gaze, wordlessly trailed her.