“You supported her and attended the event with her, didn't you? How am I supposed to interpret that? Tyrone, have you forgotten the cause behind your grandpa‘s passing?" Sabrina challenged.

Tyrone found himself unable to articulate a response. “I had my reasons."

“What reasons?" Observing Tyrone's silence, Sabrina smiled knowingly. "I understand that you may have your constraints but you can‘t divulge them to me, can you?"

Sabrina's tone took on a mocking edge. "To be honest, I'm not the Least bit surprised. Ever since you easily forgot your grandpa's death and let her out, I knew that you would soften your heart and reunite with her someday. Whether you seek justice for your grandfather or stay with Galilea, it's of no concern to me. Tyrone, if you harbor affection for her, kindly refrain from approaching me and proclaiming your affection for me. It's quite revolting!" ©

Tyrone found himself rendered speechless.

Sabrina's revulsion, as reflected in her disdainful gaze, drained the color from his face. “Revolting? Is that truly how you feel?"

Observing the melancholy etched within Tyrone's gaze, Sabrina, in a graceful gesture, gently compressed her lips and clenched her delicate fists.

Wasn't she telling the truth? Why would he be sad?

A resolute declaration, delivered with icy precision, parted Sabrina's lips. “Indeed, Tyrone! Your recent actions have not only cast aspersions upon your connection with Galilea but have also cast a disparaging shadow over my character. Do you truly believe I would be ensnared in your ruse? No way! Regardless of your intentions, I implore you to cease this charade forthwith!"

Sabrina's tone was icy.

Tyrone's piercing stare bore into Sabrina's being, causing the veins on his forehead to strain under the pressure of his emotions. He inquired, his words charged with frustration, "What is it that you imagine I seek?"

“How am I to discern your desires? Only you know that."

Sabrina arched her eyebrows as she responded.

A rueful laugh escaped Tyrone's lips as he closed the physical gap between them. His tongue briefly grazed his molars in contemplation as he continued to regard Sabrina intently. He advanced toward her with measured steps.

Locked in his penetrating gaze, Sabrina involuntarily retreated, her heels pressing against the wall adjacent to the elevator’s entrance. A quiver of uncertainty danced within her and she voiced her apprehension. “What... What is your intention?”

Tyrone leaned in, his arm forming a protective barrier against the wall, his head tilting ever so slightly. Warm breath grazed Sabrina's face and ears, igniting an almost ticklish sensation, causing her to instinctively recoil her neck.

“Look into my eyes," Tyrone implored, his voice reduced to a husky murmur.

Sabrina obeyed, her gaze locking with his deep and enigmatic orbs, shrouded in a mantle of mystery and unpredictability. His commanding presence left her feeling utterly exposed, and her innermost secrets and thoughts laid bare before him.

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?"