Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

sharp retort, she countered, “I doubt you’ve ever had a blind date yourself.”

Just as Lance was poised to respond, the mobile phone resting on the table abruptly chimed with an incoming call.

In a hushed tone, he raised a hand in a gesture of silence, then answered the call, his voice adopting a softer cadence. “What’s going on, Keilani?”

Keilani was a girl’s name.

Bettie remained uncertain about the nature of their conversation over the phone. She observed Lance Listening attentively before reassuring her, “Don’t fret. I’ll return in a few days and bring you some gifts. Alright then. Bye.”

Concluding the call, he placed the phone back on the table and cast an amiable smile in Bettie’s direction. “You were saying?”

her eyebrows raised as curiosity got

as he scrutinized Bettie intently, opting not to

why she’s so besotted to fall

any traces of envy, Lance pressed his lips together, indulging in a measured sip of

often received accolades for her discernment,” he

praise,” Bettie scoffed

found himself rendered

choreographed ballet of serving, presenting an opulent bottle of wine alongside the

secrets, allowing its crimson essence to cascade into a

on the other hand, indulged in two glasses with

he gently interjected, “Perhaps, it’s wise not