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Chapter: 163
A full-on grin spread across Wanda’s face. “Tyrone loves his wife.
Perhaps we’ll be expecting a little one soon.”
At their words, Sabrina’s cheeks turned a rosy shade.
Ever since Cesar had been struck down by illness, Tyrone had remained by her side in the
ward. They shared a bed, night and day, as though they had journeyed back to their
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There was no interference from Galilea, no divorce papers looming over their heads.
They were just a regular couple, steeped in harmony.
Tyrone couldn’t help but smile at the blush on Sabrina’s cheeks.
“Enough now. Look, Sabrina’s blushing. She’s always had a soft spot for sweets.” Cesar’s
words were accompanied by a gentle smile.
A remedy for the sourness in her life, sweet food became her solace.
Over time, it had evolved into a habit.
“Grandpa, stop teasing me.”
After tasting the cake, Sabrina stood and discarded the wrapper.
As she stumbled, falling forward, Tyrone was there in an instant, steadying her with a firm
grip on her waist. Their eyes locked. “Easy there.”
Regaining her balance with the help of Tyrone’s shoulder, Sabrina apologized, “I’m sorry.
My sight got fuzzy for a moment.”
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Tyrone guided her to sit on the couch, his concern evident. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“My knee hit the edge of the table.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Tyrone knelt in front of the couch.
“Which one?”
“The left.”
Carefully lifting her dress, Tyrone found a bruise marring her previously unblemished knee.
When Tyrone tried to gently press the bruise, Sabrina stopped him.
“Don’t; it hurts.”
Standing up, Tyrone looked at her. “Stay put. I’ll fetch some ointment.”