"I'm going to prep myself," Bradley announced.

"Go ahead," Sabrina said, still engrossed in her camera, unaware of Bradley's lingering gaze.

Bradley really wanted to know about what had transpired between her and Tyrone.

Was her affection for Tyrone that profound?

Could she truly forgive Tyrone for the latter's infidelity?

"Mr. Morgan?" The assistant's voice jolted Bradley from his reverie.

Bradley snapped back to reality, briefly glancing at Sabrina before retreating to the dressing room.

Two days earlier, Bradley's team had sent Sabrina a detailed request document, which she had meticulously analyzed. However, this inaugural photoshoot was proving less than smooth sailing.

The collaboration between Sabrina and Bradley was somewhat discordant, resulting in less-than-steLlar photos.

Bradley appeared preoccupied throughout the process, and _ they progressed at a snail's pace.

Lost in her own musings, Sabrina remained oblivious to Bradley's altered state. She mistakenly attributed the issues to her own shortcomings and resolved to rectify the situation.

Bradley closed his eyes, rubbing his temples as he attempted to push last night's events from his mind.

Despite the initial hiccups, the photo shoot went on smoothly.

Upon reviewing the photos provided by Bradley's team, Sabrina swiftly grasped their quality standards, striving to align her work accordingly. This adjustment significantly boosted their efficiency.

Bradley underwent multiple outfit changes, each marked by distinct scenes and styles.

As the shoot concluded, the clock neared eight in the evening, leaving everyone thoroughly drained.

“Okay, let's call it a day!" Bradley's agent nodded approvingly as he inspected the photos in Sabrina's camera.

Relief washed over the entire crew.

Bradley, in particular, visibly relaxed, rising from his seat and stretching.

“Thank goodness it's over. I'm off to change my clothes.”