Her eyes remained locked on Blayze as she sipped.

She wanted to gauge his reaction.

A soft chuckle escaped Blayze.

In her inebriation, Sabrina had transformed from her sober self into something undeniably endearing and whimsical.

Having consumed half her glass, Sabrina drew a deep breath, lowered her head and raised her hand to furrow her brow.

Assured that he wouldn’t intercede, Sabrina refilled her glass and continued drinking.

Blayze resumed his seat opposite her, his inquiry gentle yet laden with concern.

drinking? Is

smile. She raised her gaze to meet his and uttered softly, “Tyrone, don’t you understand? How could you not

to do with Tyrone. Could it be that she

too long ago, Tyrone was still engaged in an affair with Galilea. How

spoke, his voice tinged

cause

persisted for what felt like an eternity, and then, in a trembling, tear-choked whisper, she revealed, “Tyrone,

the weight of her

tears welled up in her eyes, quivering precariously before crystallizing

that trickled onto the table. Blayze’s heart

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