Scars Of A Broken Bond

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.”

After the waitress left with their orders, the two casually conversed while waiting for their dishes to arrive.

Tyrone filled 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 the most.

If Sabrina was willing to be involved in the project, Tyrone would arrange her to shoot. He was willing to assist her in shooting for a magazine if that was what she desired.

Sabrina didn’t expect 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 a job.”

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

Sabrina glanced at the two plates of mutton but somehow had no desire to try them. Instead, she only ate from the dishes she chose.

Tyrone, eager to share the culinary delight, picked up a piece of stewed mutton and placed it on a plate before Sabrina, urging, “Come on, you have to try it.”

Though reluctantly, Sabrina took a piece and cautiously brought it to her mouth.

When the pungent, gamey aroma wafted to her nostrils, discomfort settled in. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Sabrina quickly put her cutlery down and doubled over, retching into a bin and bringing up all the food she had just consumed.

Concern etched across his face, Tyrone immediately stood up, walked to Sabrina, and gently patted her back.

Sabrina kept vomiting until all the contents of her stomach were empty.

Tyrone helped her up and handed her a glass of water. “How are you feeling now?”

With the color drained from her face, Sabrina took the glass and rinsed her mouth. “I’m fine. I don’t know why I suddenly felt nauseous and vomited.”

Sabrina, who had previously enjoyed mutton, was repulsed by it today.

Tyrone suspected that the mutton’s freshness was the cause of her aversion. Picking up a piece, he sniffed it.

Although Tyrone hadn’t tasted the mutton yet, witnessing Sabrina’s reaction raised suspicions. He pushed the two dishes aside and warned, “We best not eat them.”