Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 616

Opening the door, she inquired, “How did you know where I’m staying?

What brings you here?”

Damon stood in the doorway, shaking a wallet. As he caught sight of Sabrina, he asked,

“Is this yours?”

Sabrina’s eyes widened in shock. “Why do you have my wallet?”

Damon said, “The thief was indeed skillful, having made off with your wallet while you

were taking photos on Sagecoast. I saw him with my own eyes.”

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Sabrina’s eyes met his as she inquired, “Were you at Sagecoast as well?”

Doubt crept into her mind, and for a brief moment, she wondered if it had been Damon

who’d taken her wallet. The coincidence was uncanny.

“I was there just yesterday.”

“Thank you, truly,” she said.

They had only visited Sagecoast today.

Was this truly a mere coincidence?

“It’s nothing. Helping a fellow countryman abroad is only natural,”

Damon assured her, handing over the wallet.

Grasping the wallet, Sabrina looked up at him, gratitude in her eyes.

“If you hadn’t arrived in time, I’d have booked a flight to Oslo. How about I treat you to

dinner tomorrow? If your friend doesn’t mind, he can come too. My treat.”

Damon’s eyebrows lifted as he answered, “We’ll see. I’1L talk to my friend first.”

“Your friend is strict with you? He sounds more like a wife, fearful of you flirting with other

women,” Sabrina teased, half in jest.

At this, Damon thought of Tyrone’s stern face and couldn’t help but smile. “He’s harder to

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please than a girlfriend. You’ll understand when you meet him.”

Sabrina was doubtful, but she quickly masked her emotion with a gentle smile. “I was only

joking. You’ve helped me so much. Dinner is the least I can do. If your friend objects, I’ll

speak to him myself.”

Damon grinned playfully, nodding. “Alright, I’ll get back to you later.”

“Okay,” Sabrina responded, closing the door and leaning against it, deep in thought, her

eyes fixed on the wallet.

Was it all just a coincidence?

Meanwhile, Damon headed straight to Tyrone’s room, settling on the sofa. “I’ve returned

the wallet.”

“Okay,” Tyrone responded quietly, Lounging in his armchair, elbows on knees, cigarette

and lighter in hand.