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Chapter: 571
Tyrone chose silence as his response, flicking ash from his cigarette before inhaling
another puff.
How could he willingly leave her?
If it were so easy for him to move on, he wouldn’t have allowed Damon to implant a
tracker on her.
If not for the unexpected revelation, he would be with her in Norwen now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRolf, unaware of the circumstances, assumed Tyrone’s silence meant acceptance. “You’ve
changed.”
“I need some time to think,” Tyrone stated, reclining against the couch, exhaling a wisp of
smoke that spiraled upwards until it vanished.
The situation was a source of irritation for him.
Unless resolved, he’d be tortured by the thought of her bearing another man’s child.
It was a fact he discovered after he had fallen for her. Caught off guard and unprepared,
he never thought that she would have a child with another man.
He couldn’t bear to leave her, realizing his genuine affection for her.
She was Like an unremarkable jasmine, silently and unknowingly weaving her way into
every corner of his life before he could even realize it.
They say Love grows with time.
But she had a child with another man and probably harbored feelings for him still.
He was uncertain about how to make Sabrina fall for him.
The thought of the child was infuriating, triggering impulses of rage and vengeance.
“Is something wrong?” Rolf queried, observing Tyrone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTyrone sat in silence, holding a cigarette in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.
“Have your wounds healed? Don’t drink too much,” Rolf cautioned, no longer pursuing the
subject.
“Tyrone? Since when do you smoke?” Eddie interjected, taking a seat.
Shaken from his thoughts, Tyrone replied apathetically, “Felt like it.”
“I heard that you and Sabrina got divorced?”
“Yes.”
The room fell into a sudden hush.
Even amidst the card games and drinking, Tyrone was still the object of surreptitious
glances.