Sabrina's irritation grew. From the car to the office, to after the meeting, to after going out and coming back, and now it was turning into dinner time.

Sabrina couldn't help but suspect that Tyrone was intentionally toying with her.

“Tyrone, you'd better not be kidding."

Amid his Laughter, Tyrone abruptly halted, his hand tenderly caressing the wound near the corner of his mouth.

“How could it possibly be?”

Sabrina found herself unable to contain her mirth.

It marked the very first occasion she had witnessed Tyrone in such disarray.

Tyrone lifted his gaze.

Sabrina's laughter ceased instantaneously and she nonchalantly divulged the restaurant's name as if nothing unusual had occurred. "This establishment boasts private dining chambers."

She was determined not to tarnish his reputation.

With a meaningful glance, Tyrone beckoned Kylan to secure a reservation.

Upon their arrival at the restaurant's private chamber, Sabrina meticulously selected a few delectable dishes and handed the menu to Tyrone, who occupied the seat opposite her.

“See if there is anything else you fancy."

Tyrone accepted it and skimmed through the options.

“How about some braised mutton?"

"Perfect," Sabrina affirmed, "I'll enjoy that. Kindly request the waiter to bring it to our table later."

“You're fond of mutton?”

“Indeed.”

Not only did Sabrina relish consuming mutton but she also had a penchant for mutton soup. The rich broth, adorned with finely chopped scallions and fragrant coriander, was just too delicious in her opinion.

However, Tyrone harbored an aversion to the scent of mutton. Never before had anything remotely related to mutton been part of their household fare.