Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 973

Chapter: 973

Tyrone was not particularly fond of being photographed but Jennie insisted on taking a

photo with him.

He strolled over and joined Sabrina to review the images on the camera’s display. In a

casual tone, he inquired, “Was that Bettie who called just now?”

“Yes, she mentioned she wouldn’t be joining us,” Sabrina responded, her gaze fixed

intently on the photograph.

“Is her former boyfriend of mixed race?” Tyrone inquired, a hint of surprise coloring his

words. Startled, Sabrina arched an eyebrow and regarded him quizzically, asking, “What

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makes you say that?”

“I was just observing his eyes and facial structure.”

“I’ve never heard Bettie mention it before,” Sabrina stated, casting doubt on Tyrone’s

assumption. Lance boasted impeccable facial features, but at first glance, he didn’t

appear to have mixed-race heritage.

Having taken the initiative to scout out the restaurant in advance, Lance had selected a

hot pot establishment renowned for its distinctive offerings.

Seated across from each other, a waiter arrived with the menu in hand.

“How may I assist you today? Valentine’s Day is approaching and we have a special

couple’s set meal that has been quite popular. Would you Like to give it a try?”

“No, thank you.”

“Yes, please.”

Bettie and Lance simultaneously responded.

Their synchronized reply prompted a moment of mutual contemplation.

Bettie spoke up first, asserting, “No, let’s opt for other specialty dishes. I can cover the

expenses.”

With a sardonic grin, Lance remarked, “Miss Ramirez, your generosity knows no bounds!”

Without further ado, he took hold of the menu and proceeded to order a multitude of

dishes.

Bettie couldn’t help but realize that he had deliberately ordered an abundance of items,

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seemingly as a form of retaliation

As soon as the waiter departed, she sighed and remarked, “Lance, you’ve changed.”

Arching an eyebrow, he inquired, “How so?”

“You’ve become stingy yet hungrier than before. Can’t you enjoy a good meal when you’re

abroad?”

Lance graced her with a tender smile and ventured, “A few days ago, I happened upon you

enjoying a meal with a gentleman at an upscale restaurant. Was he your blind date? He

appeared somewhat follicly challenged, possibly in his fifties. I imagine enduring that

dinner was quite the feat for you.”

The mention of blind dates invariably dredged up memories of her illegitimate younger

brother, a thought that never failed to trigger Bettie’s ire.