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.”

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

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

arrange her to shoot. He was

a smile, “It’s okay. We can discuss it when I’m truly struggling to

returned and placed all

had no desire to try them. Instead, she only ate from

to share the culinary delight, picked up a piece of stewed mutton and placed it

and cautiously brought

the pungent, gamey aroma wafted to

retching into a bin and bringing up

across his face, Tyrone immediately stood up, walked to Sabrina, and gently patted