It occurred to Galilea that Tyrone had been very quiet when she had just been rescued. He never broached the subject of their separation again.

Back then, she discerned Tyrone’s melancholy, guilt, ennui and sleeplessness. Even so, he had abstained from smoking.

As the son of the Blakely family, Tyrone exemplified a diligent scholar. His relentless commitment to his studies bore copious fruits during his university years.

Galilea, once brimming with self-assurance, found herself grappling with rejection when she pursued Tyrone, a man who defied the stereotype of privileged youths.

He ardently pursued his own aspirations and clung tenaciously to his principles.

She had believed in his unwavering integrity.

Sabrina who had

cigarette, its ember finding solace in the ashtray. As he raised his arm, the sinews on his shoulder artfully accentuated his

receiving Tyrone’s call, Galilea swiftly surmised his intent. An

into laughter. “Tyrone, I’m

the reality of Sabrina’s having given birth to a child. Moreover, he still sought closeness despite Sabrina’s chilly

two days had elapsed since Sabrina assumed the role of her assistant, yet he had already

had Sabrina managed to capture his

“Think as you please. Let’s dispense with

Galilea arched an eyebrow. “You don’t have that

words carried an undeviating flatness, yet

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