Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 1245

Chapter 1245

Blayze, with a warm smile, asked, “By the way, what time is your flight tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride.”

“Wouldn’t that be too much trouble for you?” Sabrina inquired.

“No, I invited you here, so it’s only fitting I see you off,” Blayze reassured her with a gentle smile.

Sabrina replied honestly, “My flight is at one o’clock in the afternoon.”

Blayze made a mental note and responded, “I’ll pick you up at around twelve o’clock. I’ll send you a message at that time.”

“Alright, thank you. See you tomorrow,” Sabrina said.

“See you tomorrow,” Blayze echoed with a warm nod.

Sabrina bade Blayze farewell with a wave and entered the hotel.

The car Blayze was in remained motionless. As Sabrina disappeared from view, Blayze instructed the driver to depart.

Upon arriving at her hotel room floor, Sabrina retrieved her room key card from her bag.

But as she rounded the corner, she was met with a startling sight.

A familiar figure stood at the door to her room, and even though she hadn’t yet glimpsed his face, Sabrina immediately recognized him. It was Tyrone.

A feeling of unease washed over her.

Why had Tyrone come to Violetholt?

It had been a simple matter for him to locate her hotel.

Angela’s Library

Sabrina swallowed nervously.

It had been roughly an hour and a half since their phone call.

Back during their phone call, she had mentioned that she only had a few bites left and was planning to head home after eating.

Sabrina contemplated the fact that, despite there being multiple Deep Lotus Restaurants in the city, she didn’t need such an extended period to return to the hotel.

She considered whether she should stop by a nearby supermarket to buy something, feigning an early return while actually going shopping later.

Intrigued by this idea, Sabrina took a discreet step back before Tyrone could spot her.

However, as she did so, Tyrone unexpectedly turned around and Locked eyes with her.

Sabrina felt her heart race, but she moved forward and, with an air of nonchatance, inquired, “Why are you here?”

Tyrone lowered his gaze and maintained a stoic silence.