Scars Of A Broken Bond

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?”

Without a word, Tyrone picked up the lipstick and handed it to Keilani before returning to his task. He treated Keilani as though she were just another stranger.

“Thanks,” Keilani said, disheartened by his aloofness. She hoped he would be nice to her and didn’t want him to think less of her.

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

Once Keilani finished her words, she sneaked a glance at Tyrone’s reaction from the corner of her eye, eagerly awaiting his response.

The first-class cabin was as quiet as a tomb, save for the plane’s roar. Occasional noises drifted, including some dozing passengers‘ snores, the tapping keyboards and pages of the rustle of book.

Tyrone didn’t respond as if he didn’t hear Keilani. He remained stoic, engrossed in his tasks.

Truth be told, not only did Tyrone not misconstrue Keilani, but he also wasn’t bothered by her unexpected presence on the plane. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Keilani’s face turned red. A tinge of embarrassment crept over her.

She shifted her gaze, stifling a scoff internally. Had Tyrone known who her uncle was, he wouldn’t have dared to dismiss her like this!

After all, her uncle was Royce Nelson.

Even though the Blakely Group wielded immense power with numerous overseas branches, respect was due to Royce.

After a few hours of work, Tyrone shut down his laptop. Rubbing his weary eyes, he adjusted his seat, draping himself with a thin blanket, and settled for some rest.

Upon landing, his chauffeur awaited him at the airport.

Tyrone headed straight back to the Blakely Group. Only departing at five in the evening, he directed the chauffeur to the kindergarten where Jennie attended.

The kindergarten day ended at half past five.

Arriving a few minutes early, Tyrone stepped out of the car, waiting for Jennie.

His simple shirt and suit pants accentuated his height and good Looks.

As he stood there, the women who came to collect the kids would often glance at him.

Soon after, the kindergarten gate was opened, and a large group of children emerged to wait for their parents.