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Chapter: 431
“What is it?”
Sabrina moved closer.
Lena held out her wrist, showcasing a bracelet.
Sabrina’s smile faltered momentarily before she masked it with praise.
“The Heart of the Ocean! Lena, Larry really treats you well.”
Lena’s face lit up with happiness. “Where’s yours?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Didn’t you bring it along?” Wanda asked.
Sabrina let out a sigh, feigning regret. “Unfortunately, I can’t show it to you.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I accidentally broke the bracelet.”
“That’s not a problem! If you like it, Tyrone can get you another one!”
Sabrina’s heart sank a bit.
She didn’t really care for the bracelet at all. Every time she saw it, it would remind her of
the night when Tyrone had chosen Galilea over her and left her feeling so alone.
Sabrina and Tyrone would enjoy a meal at his grandparents’ house before making their
journey to the cemetery in the suburbs.
The food was delightful, and the place bustled with Life.
Frankie’s innocent remarks stirred Laughter every now and then.
Sabrina, observing Frankie’s endearing antics, couldn’t suppress a grin.
She wondered how her own child might turn out, hopefully as charming and unburdened
as Frankie.
Across the table, Sabrina’s warm smile captivated Tyrone, leaving him somewhat lost in
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthought.
However, when her eyes met his, her features hardened. Stealthily, she set her fork aside
and retreated to the restroom.
Upon exiting the restroom, her hands freshly dried, she noticed a figure standing near the
door.
He wore a dark grey windbreaker, a shirt, formal trousers, and leather shoes, his posture
tall and proud.
She halted in her steps.
If not for the half-lit cigarette clenched in the man’s fingers, she might’ve mistaken him for
Tyrone.