Just then, the rhythmic sound of chopping emanated from the kitchen. Oh, he hadn't left.

Her pajamas lay strewn across the sofa. She approached and picked them up. But as she turned around, she abruptly halted.

A conspicuous damp spot marked the sofa.

That precise location...

A crimson blush graced Sabrina's cheeks.

Surveying her surroundings, she casually tossed a pillow onto the spot. Fearing the pillow might not suffice as a cover, she circumvented the sofa, meticulously adjusting its placement. Only when she was certain that nothing was exposed did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

However, she was afraid that she couldn't keep this sofa...

Sabrina felt fortunate that Bettie had not been present last night. Indeed, Tyrone would not have dared to act so audaciously had Bettie been in attendance.

Feigning inebriation, he had appeared oblivious, though he was well- informed of Bettie's whereabouts. Damn it.

“Breakfast is served," said Tyrone as he emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate which he placed upon the table.

“What are you doing over there?"

Sabrina executed a graceful about-face, casting an accusatory glare in his direction and then retreated to the room, pajamas in tow.

Tyrone's gaze descended from her departing figure to the pillow resting on the sofa, a subtle smile dancing in his eyes. Sabrina was utterly endearing.

In the past, she had given him the impression of being docile and sensible, perhaps because she had been residing in his household after her father's demise back then.

However, following their divorce, he had gradually unearthed another facet of her character.

This hidden side of her had remained concealed during their marriage for the simple reason that she had not harbored any affection for him.

The contemplation of this fact made Tyrone's face froze.

What version of her had she presented to the person she had loved during her university days?

Would she have been vivacious, exuberant and delightful? Or would she have donned a cloak of silence and reserve? His fists clenched involuntarily.

Normally, Sabrina should not have fallen for a man who already had a girlfriend. But she had and it seemed she was destined for a clandestine and ultimately fruitless love affair.