Her eyes remained locked on Blayze as she sipped.

She wanted to gauge his reaction.

A soft chuckle escaped Blayze.

In her inebriation, Sabrina had transformed from her sober self into something undeniably endearing and whimsical.

Having consumed half her glass, Sabrina drew a deep breath, lowered her head and raised her hand to furrow her brow.

Assured that he wouldn't intercede, Sabrina refilled her glass and continued drinking.

Blayze resumed his seat opposite her, his inquiry gentle yet laden with concern.

“Why are you drinking? Is there something troubling you?"

After a moment's contemplation, Sabrina's lips curled into a wry smile. She raised her gaze to meet his and uttered softly, “Tyrone, don't you understand? How could you not know..."

Blayze found himself at a loss for words. Clearly, this had something to do with Tyrone. Could it be that she harbored deep affection for Tyrone?

Not too long ago, Tyrone was still engaged in an affair with Galilea. How could he possibly deserve someone like Sabrina?

Blayze hesitated and finally spoke, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Did I cause you sorrow?"

Sabrina slowly lowered her glass, fixing her gaze upon the tabletop. Her silence persisted for what felt like an eternity, and then, in a trembling, tear-choked whisper, she revealed, “Tyrone, you've truly made me love and despise you..."

Her voice quivered, choked by the weight of her emotions. Blayze shifted his finger uneasily.

Unbeknownst to her, tears welled up in her eyes, quivering precariously before crystallizing on her lower lashes.

Her lashes fluttered, releasing tears that trickled onto the table. Blayze's heart skipped a beat.

It was abundantly clear she held a deep affection for Tyrone.

Yet, how could Tyrone be deserving of such devotion?

Sabrina wiped her eyes and drained the remaining wine in her glass.