“Alright.” Bradley then asked for some of his favorite dishes.

The housekeeper retreated into the kitchen while Sabrina demanded coldly, “Hand over the cupcakes you bought.”

“Okay.”

Bradley had brought along a bunch of gifts. It took him two trips from his car to deliver all of them. Though the gifts were nothing extraordinary, they were tokens of goodwill from his parents.

“Place them here in the living room. The housekeeper will arrange them after Lunch,” Sabrina directed.

Bradley complied.

The two of them spent Lunch in cheerful conversation, reminiscing about their childhood days, often breaking into fits of Laughter

in the afternoon, Bradley

to her bedroom, Sabrina sought the comfort of

returned from his day’s work, heading for the kitchen. Pouring a glass of

housekeeper responded, “A friend of Mrs.

in the air as she decided

piqued, he

referred to as Miss

perplexity formed on Tyrone’s forehead. “Is this friend a

“Yes, sir.”

dots, Tyrone’s intuition told him the visitor was the

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