He chuckled bitterly.

He had offered to set her free.

Yet now, he found it challenging to divorce her.

He regretted his decision.

He didn’t want a divorce, not in the slightest.

He closed his eyes and conceived a dubious plan.

An hour later, Sabrina received a call from the driver.

Mrs. Blakely. Where might you be? Mr. Blakely has

brows knitted. “And where is

had too much to drink at a

relayed her location to the

room, she asked Karen, “Where

and sleeping,” Karen replied,

Sabrina ascended to the second floor and entered Tyrone’s

sprawled on the bed, deep

Sabrina called out, moving closer to

furrowed his brows but

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