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

knitted. “And

to drink at a social engagement. He’s

relayed her location to the driver who arrived

into the living room, she asked

and sleeping,” Karen replied, feeling

to the second floor and entered Tyrone’s room,

on the bed, deep in

called out, moving

furrowed his brows

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