Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sierra was stunned. She didn’t fall to the ground.

He must have been talking about someone else who was trying to seduce him.

Feeling slightly disappointed that she wasn’t as memorable to Tyrone as she had hoped, Sierre changed the subject to hide the awkwardness.

“I didn’t expect you to be so handsome and such a great singer,” she drawled.

Tyrone replied with a disinterested tone, “Thanks for the compliment.”

“Do you believe in fate? I couldn’t help but notice that you look like my cousin. It’s funny how I’ve run into you twice today.

“Err, no. Not really.”

revealed her trump card,

“You are Tyrone, right?

you know my cousin? He’s

Tyrone had guessed that it was Blayze she

accent when she spoke, something

sense of identity, complementing her expensive attire that set her

accent and expensive clothes, Tyrone appeared

to matter most to him