In that moment, Blayze was overcome with a rush of emotions as he impulsively extended an invitation to explore the world of art together. However, upon learning she was the very ex-wife of Tyrone, his half- brother, his thoughts had involuntarily shifted...

Blayze cast a long, contemplative gaze upon Sabrina once more.

Her cheeks held a subtle rosy hue, her eyes glistened with a hint of moisture and the corners of her eyes bore a reddish tint, a charm not often seen in her usual demeanor.

“Let's go. I'll drive you home."

“No, I wish to drink a bit more," she countered.

Sabrina seized the wine glass before her, downing its contents with haste. In an instant, Blayze rose from his seat, grasping her wrist firmly while liberating the glass from her grasp.

“Stop drinking!" he insisted.

Still viewing Blayze as Tyrone due to the alcohol, Sabrina fixed her gaze upon Blayze, her hand making a reach for the bottle on the table.

"I want iti

Damn Tyrone! Forgiveness for Tyrone was far from her mind at that moment!

Sabrina managed to sneak in just two sips from the bottle before Blayze reclaimed it and set it at a distance.

“Hand it over!"

Observing her eyes, brimming with both sorrow and protest, Blayze momentarily hesitated but ultimately resolved.

“No more drinking. I shall be your chauffeur home."

“No, leave me be." “Please, don't be stubborn."

“Just let me be! You're exasperating, Tyrone."

Blayze clasped Sabrina's arm and gently coaxed her to her feet.

Yet, Sabrina clung tenaciously to the table with her free hand.

“Fine, have your drink." Blayze sighed in surrender.

He returned the bottle and glass to their place in front of Sabrina. Suspiciously, Sabrina regarded him, cautiously lifting the glass to her lips.