Scars Of A Broken Bond

Chapter 82

She wrapped herself in the covers, turning on her side and shutting her eyes.

The sound of water cascading from the bathroom felt like cold droplets piercing her heart.

Even then, she couldn’t help worrying about him catching a cold in the shower.

She instantly dismissed this thought.

Like he had once eaten spicy food, compromising his health for Galilea, he seemed willing to do it again.

He showed little concern for his own well-being. Why should she intrude?

Shortly, the water ceased.

The bathroom door swung open with a creak.

The sound of soft steps neared.

A rustling echoed from behind her, followed by a dip in the bed.

A cool breeze swept in, causing her to tighten her hold on the quilt.

“Feeling better now?”

“Hmm,” Tyrone responded, his voice soft. “Go to sleep.”

Sabrina said no more.

The room fell silent, save for the rhythm of their breathing.

Sabrina couldn’t tell if Tyrone had fallen asleep. She lay motionless, her sleepiness dissipated, her mind alert.

The prolonged stillness made her body feel rigid. She shifted her position.

After what felt Like forever, Tyrone coughed, his low voice probing, “Sabrina?”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

She didn’t reply.

Taking a deep breath, Tyrone delicately Lifted the quilt, got up, and paced to the bathroom.

The sound of water filled the silence once again.

In a moment, Tyrone emerged from the bathroom, clad in a bath towel, and adjusted his position on the bed.

“Did I wake you?” he queried, sitting on the bed’s edge.

“No.” Sabrina shook her head.