Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Keilani pretended to rummage through her bag as if wanting to touch up her makeup. In a well-devised mishap, she lost her balance and dropped her lipstick right by Tyrone’s feet.

“Hey, could you help me pick that up?” she implored, finally drawing Tyrone’s gaze away from his work, his brow furrowing slightly.

Tyrone scowled when he saw it was Keilani.

Keilani pretended to be surprised.

“It’s you? Well… Can you help me pick up the lipstick?”

picked up the lipstick and handed it to Keilani before returning to his task. He treated Keilani

aloofness. She hoped he would be nice to her and didn’t want him to

I’m here to visit family. I didn’t expect to see you,” she quickly added, hoping to break the

a glance at Tyrone’s reaction from the corner of her eye, eagerly

as quiet as a tomb, save for the plane’s roar. Occasional noises drifted,

he didn’t hear Keilani. He remained stoic, engrossed in his

Tyrone not misconstrue Keilani, but he also wasn’t bothered by her unexpected presence on

face turned red. A tinge of embarrassment crept

Tyrone known who her uncle was, he wouldn’t have dared to dismiss her like

uncle

the Blakely Group wielded immense power with numerous overseas branches,

of work, Tyrone shut down his laptop. Rubbing his weary eyes, he adjusted his seat, draping himself with a thin blanket,