Tyrone let out a deep, restrained groan, gritting his teeth.

"Sabrina, are you trying to kill me?"

Sabrina closed her eyes and tried to pull her hand out of his grip.

"You can use it or not. You're too fussy!"

But Tyrone held her hand firmly, murmuring, “It's my fault. Thank you for helping me, Sabrina. I shouldn't be so ungrateful.”

He continued speaking while sliding her hand up and down.

Sabrina was speechless.

Something stirred inside of her, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

In the darkness, her face grew red and hot.

After a long time, Sabrina finally pushed him away, quickly tidied up her clothes, and opened the door.

The cool breeze caressed her face, clearing her muddled mind.

Thinking of what had happened in the car, she blushed and clenched her fists. She didn't want to see him for the time being.

Inside the vehicle, Tyrone also straightened his clothes. He glanced at the slender figure outside the car and got out of the car.

“Are you angry?" he asked, poking his head.

Sabrina turned her head slightly, glaring at him.

"Go away. Don't bother me."

Tyrone smiled faintly.

“It's all my fault."

"Go away!"

Her lips were still a little red and swollen. Sabrina didn't want to see his complacent face, so she pushed him away and got in the driver's seat.