After the meal, Tyrone cleared the table and began washing the dishes.

“Sabrina, I want some cherry tomatoes," Jennie said, holding Bun.

Earlier, Tyrone had purchased cherry tomatoes at the supermarket, and now they sat on the table.

Sabrina grabbed the bag and headed to the kitchen to wash them.

Next to her, Tyrone was washing the dishes, his skilled hands moving gracefully, with faint veins visible on the back of his hands.

As Sabrina carefully washed the cherry tomatoes, Tyrone softly spoke.

“Sabrina, I feel content."

Sabrina's heart skipped a beat. She gazed at the tiny, red tomato in her hand and casually asked, “Why are you in such a good mood?"

Tyrone dried his hands, looked at Sabrina, and his eyes softened, twinkling with warmth. “I'm just really happy," he replied. The frustration from those two emails disappeared entirely.

Sabrina responded, "Alright."

Sabrina figured Tyrone must have overheard her phone chat with Bettie.

Acting like everything was normal, she took the rinsed tomatoes outside.

Tyrone blocked her path, his gaze intense.

Sabrina moved to sidestep Tyrone. But Tyrone copied her move.

"What do you want?" Sabrina asked, frowning.

Tyrone gently took the plate of fruit from Sabrina and set it on the counter. “Sabrina, I'm really happy," he said.

Sabrina saw that Tyrone was almost glowing with joy.

“If you're happy, just be happy. Why keep telling me?" Sabrina replied, a bit irritated.

“So, you liked me from the beginning," Tyrone said.

"You're so full of yourself," Sabrina retorted.