Tyrone, Sabrina had assumed, was looking for a way to absolve Larry and shift the blame to Galilea. But she now gradually believed him.

Grateful, Sabrina said, "Now I understand. Thank you." Tyrone had treated her kindly lately, making it difficult for her to rebuff him.

"If you want to express gratitude, come back with me, alright?"

Tyrone smiled faintly. "Sabrina, I'm not seeking recompense. If you prefer staying here, you can still pursue shooting. I won't hinder your work."

Renowned photographers often globe-trotted for shoots, returning home during lulls.

After a pause, Sabrina responded, “I'll ponder over it."

After dinner, they strolled around the apartment.

Tyrone opted to spend the night at Sabrina's place, declining to return home.

Balancing photography and work, they tacitly respected each other's space.

Exhausted from the day's activities, Sabrina yawned early, washing up before retiring.

Tyrone settled in too.

Around seven the next morning, sunlight streamed in.

Sabrina woke up just as usual, only to find Tyrone beside her. It was unlike anything Sabrina had experienced in a very long time. She turned over and took a close look at Tyrone's face.

“Awake already?" Tyrone opened his eyes and looked at her.

“Yes." It didn't surprise Sabrina. She knew he had awakened.

Tyrone got up, suggesting, “Get some more shut-eye. I'll whip up breakfast."

"Okay."

As he put on his shirt, a sudden sound drew Tyrone's attention.

Crack! Tyrone turned his head and saw that Sabrina was taking photos of him with her mobile phone.

Tyrone, whose hair was all over the place, was caught by her camera bending down to straighten his shirt. He looked strong. The rest of his body was hidden by his clothing, but his chest was clearly visible. She was thinking a lot.