The manager bid them farewell at the door. “Goodbye.”

They returned to their vehicle.

The car zoomed down the road.

“Why did you suddenly decide to buy rings?” Sabrina glanced at Tyrone and posed her question.

“Nothing. I was just thinking that we’ve been married for three years, but we don’t even have couple rings.” Tyrone took her hand, interlacing their fingers. Under the dim car light, he confessed, “Sabrina, I’m aware that I’ve failed in my duties as a husband these past three years. You’ve been incredibly patient. I’ll do my best to make it up to you and compensate for the time lost.”

She had agreed to give him another chance, but he could sense she was still cautious.

to exist between

and piecing it back together was going to be

as implicitly as

her gaze wandered

had enveloped the world outside. Street shops on both ends of the route sparkled in

aware of Tyrone’s sentiments, as well as his

hard to discern if Tyrone’s kindness stemmed

to a ticking bomb for

never regain tranquility with

hitting the club, they decided to fill their stomachs

the club’s underground garage and stepped out of the car one after the other, making their way to their familiar private

lit, filled with

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255