However, the moment he squeezed her palm, she understood what he meant.

Sabrina felt a mix of shame and anger. It wasn't the appropriate time for tacit understanding between them!

She pressed her lips tightly, not saying anything. Then she pulled her hand out of Tyrone's grasp and pushed the door open to get out of the car.

Tyrone's heart sank, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes as he sighed.

Then the back door opened, and she climbed in to sit beside him, closing the door.

It was a false alarm.

Tyrone's face lit up with joy. He stared at Sabrina intently, and the flames of desire were threatening to consume him.

“Thank you, Sabrina."

He loved her so much that, even though she may be awkward at times, it only made him love her more.

Sabrina blushed. She pursed her lips and looked away.

"How much did you drink tonight?"

“Just a little red wine."

Sabrina silently extended her hand to him.

“Hurry up."

“Okay," he replied, his voice taking on a low, seductive tone.

It was dark and silent in the car.

In that quietness, something was slowly swelling in the hidden corners of their hearts.

Tyrone's breathing grew heavier, and a moan escaped his lips. A soft, rhythmic rustling sound filled the air, coming from his side of the car.

Even when she looked away, she couldn't help but imagine what he was doing, as if she were witnessing it with her own eyes.

She clenched her fists subconsciously.