Having finished the first piece, he picked up another morsel.

Midway through their meal, Sabrina gently pursed her lips, her eyes fixed on Tyrone. "Tyrone."

“Yes?" Tyrone Looked up, his curiosity piqued.

"Thank you," Sabrina expressed sincerely.

Tyrone questioned, "For what?"

“Despite your negotiations with Galilea, withholding the truth from me, depriving me of my right to know, I still wish to extend my gratitude,"

Sabrina confessed.

Tyrone was taken aback, his gaze falling to the table.

He had concealed her true identity, believing it to be in her best interest. Yet, his own hidden motive was to shield her from the painful truth about the child she gave birth to, a child fathered by the man she had loved deeply.

He feared that if she remembered, she might leave.

He convinced himself that keeping this secret was the best course of action, even if it meant carrying this burden forever, rather than risking her discovering the whereabouts of her child.

Time would tell.

Tyrone redirected the conversation with a gracious smile, saying,

“Didn't you just mention the possibility that there might not be any secrets? Do you now place faith in my words once more?"

“Is that not allowed?" Sabrina retorted.

Tyrone studied her countenance and responded with a warm grin, “No, you may, of course."

What a double-faced woman!

Tyrone knew Sabrina had harbored belief in him deep within her heart for quite some time. Her apparent skepticism was merely a facade, a charade designed to deceive him. Thankfully, Tyrone knew her all too well and was not easily duped.

After a delightful dinner, their chauffeur transported them back to their respective destinations.

Their first stop was Sabrina's residence.