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?”