As Tyrone stayed silent, she chuckled. "Why are you silent?"

"Yes, I did." Tyrone locked eyes with her, interrupting her.

Sabrina was momentarily taken aback.

Studying Tyrone's earnest face, she tried to spot a lie.

But there were no such signs.

Swallowing her surprise, Sabrina finally said, “Tyrone, there's no need for deceit."

"I'm not lying." Tyrone took a few steps to Sabrina. "I genuinely considered ending things with her and spending the rest of my life with you."

Gazing into his sincere eyes, Sabrina found her thoughts in a whirl.

Suddenly, she composed herself and asked, "Okay, then answer this. The next time Galilea calls you, claiming she's sick or lost, will you rush to her?"

Tyrone hesitated.

Noticing his uncertainty, Sabrina scoffed, "You've just considered it.

Come back to me when you're ready to act on it. For now, you should leave. I need some rest."

If Galilea still had the power to summon him with just a call, his thoughts were pointless.

She didn't need a husband who could be lured away by another woman at any given moment.

Tyrone was a skilled actor. She wouldn't fall for his act again.

"It's only nine o'clock. Are you going to sleep?"

“I'm somewhat worn out."

"Want to unwind a bit?"

"Unwind?" Her gaze shifted to him.

"Yes."