Tyrone leaned forward suddenly, gripping the back of the driver's seat, his voice husky as he implored, "Can you help me, please?"

Sabrina blushed and looked at Tyrone in disbelief.

"What are you talking about? I'll drive faster. You'll be home soon and handle it yourself!"

How could he ask her for help so directly? What did he expect her to do? How could she help him?

Tyrone's breathing became heavy, and he swallowed hard. He could feel his body responding to the drug and became overcome with desire.

“I can't hold on to home... Turn right at the next intersection and take me to a park," he said with urgency.

After a short drive, Sabrina turned the steering wheel and merged into the right lane.

Three minutes later, the car entered the park.

The park was open to the public. However, the nights were still chilly, so no one was around.

Sabrina parked the car at the roadside and quickly unfastened the seat belt.

"I'll go outside. You deal with it yourself."

She was about to open the door when Tyrone grabbed her wrist from the back seat, his eyes pleading with her.

"Sabrina, I'm begging you.

Please help me. I feel terrible," he said in a hoarse voice.

Sabrina could feel the heat emanating from Tyrone's body. Even his hands were hot to the touch. She couldn't help but shrink when he touched her wrist.

His eyes were deep and warm, and Sabrina melted under his gaze. She bit her lower lip and had to look away.

“Can't you do it yourself?"

Tyrone gently squeezed her palm, narrowing his eyes slightly with a hint.

"I won't do anything to you."

She instinctively tightened her fingers. She didn't want to get his hint.