Who could possibly have come to the Law enforcement station to see her? Entering the hallway, Sabrina surveyed her surroundings

There, beside the door, stood a tall and robust figure, hands clasped discreetly behind his back.

Dressed in a black overcoat, suit trousers and meticulously crafted leather shoes, his shoulders were broad and his appearance immaculate. Suppressing a smile, Sabrina focused her gaze on the back of his head. Each individual possessed their own idiosyncrasies, herself included. In truth, Sabrina harbored a particular fondness for the back of Tyrone's head and neck.

Contemporary fashion had led many young men to allow their hair to grow slightly longer, forming a tuft at the nape of their necks.

Sabrina held an aversion to this style, especially during the winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance it conferred upon boys was far from appealing.

Tyrone, in contrast, maintained a frequent grooming regimen for his hair, ensuring the nape of his neck remained perpetually smooth, save for a trace of stubble. Sometimes, the sensation of his closely cropped hair grazing her fingertips would evoke a gentle prickle.

Particularly when they reclined upon the bed, her fingers would explore the contours of his neck, venturing into the touch of his hair. It always stirred a subtle sensation within her.

Upon the faint sound of approaching footsteps, Tyrone swiveled his head to face her.

Drawing near, Sabrina inquired, “How did you know I was here?”

“Galilea wished to meet you. I assumed you'd come," Tyrone replied.

Arching her eyebrows, Sabrina questioned, "So, you were aware that Galilea intended to engage me in negotiations? Are you concerned I might unearth some undisclosed truth?"

Tyrone met her gaze and posed a counter-question, “What do you now know?"

Sabrina tilted her gaze upward, a subtle curl gracing her lips. "She disclosed that she possesses some leverage over me and you granted her freedom on account of me. What are your thoughts on this, Tyrone?"

“Do you believe that?" Tyrone inquired. The truth was, ever since her conversation with Kylan that day, Sabrina had believed that story. She had embarked on testing Tyrone later that day solely to reaffirm her convictions.

What Galilea had divulged today only fortified her belief that it was her own connection with Tyrone that prompted his decision to release Galilea.

Sabrina found herself in a state of perplexity.

It now appeared that Tyrone's affections were unequivocally directed toward her, not Galilea.

She had, in retrospect, misunderstood Tyrone's intentions.

Merely two nights prior, she had cast doubts upon his motives, even branding him with unflattering labels and urging him to keep his distance.

Sabrina averted her gaze, her eyes Lowering as she remarked, "I won't be convinced until I uncover what on earth Galilea knew about me