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.

are you drinking? Is

contemplation, Sabrina’s lips curled into a wry smile. She raised her gaze

at a loss for words. Clearly, this had something to do

still engaged in an affair with Galilea. How could he possibly

spoke, his voice

I cause you

upon the tabletop. Her silence persisted for what felt like an eternity, and then, in a trembling, tear-choked whisper, she revealed, “Tyrone, you’ve truly made me love and despise

voice quivered, choked by the weight of her emotions. Blayze shifted his

to her, tears welled up in her eyes, quivering precariously before crystallizing on

onto the

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