Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Tyrone had dined here several times before. He was well-acquainted with its delectable cuisine, which featured an enticing array of mutton dishes.

Sabrina glanced through the menu before selecting a few dishes to order.

After Sabrina had completed her order, Tyrone said, “I’ll have the stewed mutton and the mutton soup.”

“Excellent choice. Sir, you’ve got good taste. Those are our standout dishes,” the waitress said with a warm smile, jotting down the selections.

Concerned about the portion size, Sabrina inquired, “Is it too much food?”

“It’s okay. We can pack it up for you if you can’t finish the food,” assured Tyrone.

Tyrone returned the menu to the waitress and said, “That’s all, thanks.”

left with their orders, the two casually conversed while waiting for

Sabrina in about the upcoming products set to be launched by the Blakely Group. He wanted to hear her thoughts on

Sabrina was willing to be involved in the project, Tyrone would arrange her to shoot. He was willing

him to be serious with the offer and responded with a smile, “It’s okay. We can discuss it when I’m truly struggling to find

ten minutes later, the waitress returned and placed all the dishes on the

no desire to

the culinary delight, picked up a piece of stewed mutton and placed it on a plate

piece and cautiously brought

pungent, gamey aroma wafted to her nostrils, discomfort settled

retching into a bin and bringing

stood up, walked to