Under the intensity of his scrutiny, Sabrina fidgeted uncomfortably, as if perched on a bed of pins and needles. Unable to withstand the pressure, she urged, “Tyrone, remember that Ms. Clifford remains detained at the police station. Are you certain you wish to tarry here, wasting precious time?”

Tyrone emitted a soft, knowing chuckle, his voice Laced with amusement. “Why do you shy away from meeting my gaze?”

“It’s not a matter of fear but rather, a desire to sever all connections with you…”

“Sabrina, your hesitance betrays your trepidation.” Tyrone, resolute and assured, spoke with an air of certainty.

Sabrina raised her eyes to meet Tyrone’s, locking their gazes in an unyielding standoff.

She clenched her fists, suppressing any inclination to avert her eyes. “Well then, speak your mind. What do you wish to say?”

with determination

you admit

want is you!” Tyrone said firmly, “I only want

She regarded his eyes with a mix of astonishment and, for a

scrutinize his countenance, Sabrina strained to

her efforts proved

sincerity resonated in his words, as if they

deception. Recalling the harrowing sight of Galilea in the hospital,

carefree escapades outside had confirmed Tyrone’s propensity for falsehoods. He had spun tales of inscrutable

occasion was no

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