- Novel-Eng
- Romance
- CEO & Rich
- Billionaire
- Marriage & Family
- Love
- Sweet Love
- Revenge
- Werewolf
- Family
- Marriage
- Drama
- Alpha
- Action
- Adult
- Adventure
- Comedy
- Drama
- Ecchi
- Fantasy
- Gender Bender
- Harem
- Historical
- Horror
- Josei
- Game
- Martial Arts
- Mature
- Mecha
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- Psychological
- Romance
- School Life
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- Seinen
- Shoujo
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- Shounen
- Slice of Life
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- Sports
- Supernatural
- Tragedy
- Wuxia
- Xianxia
- Xuanhuan
- Yaoi
- Military
- Two-dimensional
- Urban Life
- Yuri
Chapter: 239
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Sabrina’s posts were inundated with fresh comments. Fortunately, she’d disabled the
private messages.
Yet these remarks failed to perturb her. She skimmed over them nonchalantly and set her
phone aside.
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The sound of a knock resonated. “Mrs. Blakely, your dinner is served.”
“Okay, I see.”
Emerging from her bath, Sabrina slipped into her loungewear and descended the stairs for
her dinner.
“Is Mr. Blakely expected home tonight? Shall we set aside a portion for him?”
“I doubt he’ll return. There’s no need to save him any food,” responded Sabrina.
“Understood.”
After dinner, Sabrina retired upstairs while Karen attended to the dishwashing.
Having finished tidying up, Karen exited the kitchen only to find Tyrone returning home.
He unbuttoned his collar and queried Karen, “Has dinner been served?”
Caught off-guard, Karen stammered, “Sir, your arrival wasn’t expected.”
Mrs. Blakely was of the opinion that you wouldn’t return tonight, hence we didn’t reserve
any food. I’ll prepare something for you now.”
“Alright.” Tyrone’s gaze darkened as he headed straight to the master bedroom.
Sabrina, who had refrained from working late, was engrossed with her cell phone before
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Suddenly, the door swung open and Tyrone strode in.
Taken aback by his presence, Sabrina questioned, “Why are you home?”
Tyrone stationed himself by the bed, noted her bewildered expression and retorted with a
bitter smile, “Didn’t we agree on dining together upon my return?”
“We did,” Sabrina responded, unruffled. “Considering your habitual overnight stays with
Galilea, I assumed you wouldn’t be back tonight.”
This left Tyrone speechless and he pressed his lips together before inquiring, “Did you see
us?”
“Indeed.”
“I escorted her to the hospital before returning.” Catching her calm demeanor and
measured words, Tyrone quickly clarified.