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Chapter: 87
“Did you inform Grandpa about me seeing Galilea?”
Sabrina’s eyes widened in surprise. She shook her head and responded, “I didn’t.”
Tyrone’s gaze was intense and unwavering as he probed, “Are you certain it wasn’t you?”
Maintaining eye contact, Sabrina affirmed, “I am certain. It wasn’t
She felt a pang of sadness.
He didn’t trust her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTyrone remained silent, before coldly stating, “It’s possible he found out through other
means. Even though he and Grandma are retired, they still have eyes and ears
everywhere.”
Tyrone continued, “Alright, understood. You can go. After work, I’1L take you to the
hairdresser.”
Wanda had informed him about the charity dinner.
“Okay. If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave.” Sabrina was about to exit.
“Hold on!”
Sabrina paused and turned back. “Anything else?”
Tyrone pulled at his collar and said, “Next time, don’t leave any marks on my body.”
After a brief pause, Sabrina noticed the love bite on his neck, realizing what he was
referring to. She smiled and assured him, “Don’t worry. There won’t be a next time.”
With that, she exited the office.
Watching her retreating figure, Tyrone mulled over her words, filled with an inexplicable
emotion.
“There won’t be a next time.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe reclined in his chair, a sense of calm washing over him as he closed his eyes.
At six o’clock in the evening, Sabrina finished work and waited for Tyrone in the
underground garage.
Not long after, Tyrone made his appearance.
Their driver escorted them to an exclusive fashion studio.
After her styling and makeover, Sabrina switched outfits in the changing room and
emerged, adjusting her dress’s hem.
Tyrone, having dressed himself, lounged on the couch, anticipating her.
Upon hearing her footsteps, he glanced up.