Upon reaching her villa, Sabrina walked in with her handbag, only to find Tyrone sitting on the Living room couch.

He was still clad in his suit, reclining on the couch, his arm serving as a pillow, appearing to be asleep.

The sound of the door stirred him awake. Slowly lifting his arm, he opened his eyes to lock gazes with Sabrina.

"You're back?" Tyrone asked.

Sabrina silently ascended the stairs, without offering a sideways glance.

Watching her retreating figure, Tyrone's eyes held an ominous shade as they trailed her until she vanished at the top of the staircase.

After remaining downstairs for some time, Tyrone rose and proceeded upstairs to the master bedroom. The room was vacant. He could only hear the muffled sound of cascading water from the bathroom, revealing that Sabrina was indulging in a shower.

Tyrone swallowed hard, loosening his collar, fetched the bathrobe hanging in the closet, and made his way to the outdoor bathroom to freshen up.

Upon his return, he found Sabrina emerging from the bathroom.

She had neglected to carry her nightwear with her. Her damp hair half-dried, she was draped in nothing more than a bath towel, barely covering her body. Her neck was elegant, her shoulders smooth and porcelain-like. Her bosom, hidden beneath the towel, seemed full.

Tyrone felt as if he could almost feel their softness. Her long Legs were exposed.

The pair Locked eyes.

Sabrina quickly averted her gaze, walked to the wardrobe to retrieve her nightdress, and announced nonchalantly, "I'll rest in the guest room tonight."

"Sabrina, what do you mean?" Tyrone turned to face her.

“Nothing. I just wish for your happiness." Sabrina's voice held a hint of mockery, and she detected a faint whiff of alcohol coming off him.

Leaning against the doorway, Tyrone questioned, "Are you upset because I made you offer a toast to Galilea?"

"Am I not allowed to feel upset?" Sabrina lifted an eyebrow.

Her anger wasn't solely about the toast.

It was also because of the protective stance his friends took towards Galilea.

"Soon she'll be your future sister-in-law, it's not a big deal."

"Don't you worry. After the divorce, I will never see her, someone who broke my marriage, as my sister-in-law."

"Sabrina!" Tyrone's expression grew stern.

“What do you want?"

Tyrone moved closer to her. “You claim that Galilea destroyed our marriage, but what about that man I saw you with at the studio?"

Bradley's mention by Tyrone left Sabrina clueless.