"I'm not pushing you away."

"No? Then what would you call this?" Tyrone gestured to their intertwined hands, continuing, "I also noticed you gave the cupcake to your assistant."

Sabrina was taken aback.

She wanted to question him about the cupcake he had given her years ago. Was it rejected by Galilea?

But she realized there was no point. The answer was likely yes.

In the past, they were practically strangers, and the notion of Tyrone getting her a cupcake was far-fetched,

She feared that if she asked about it, he'd understand that she had harbored feelings for him since forever.

She had to keep her emotions under wraps.

"You're finding it hard to explain, aren't you?" Tyrone asked.

Sabrina gazed at Tyrone, questioning, "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely." Tyrone looked into her eyes. "I've been fully committed to honoring Grandpa's wish."

Sabrina lowered her gaze, remaining silent. She had sensed Tyrone's growing care for her recently, but she had lost faith in him and couldn't allow herself to accept it.

Or perhaps she was scared.

She was terrified that she might once again become consumed by him, unable to break free, and eventually lose herself. Thus, she dared not embrace it.

Noticing Sabrina's silence, Tyrone moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her and gently resting her head against his chest.

"Sabrina, don't keep your distance from me anymore. Since we've made a promise to Grandpa, why not give us a chance?"

“How you act will determine that," Sabrina muttered.

She'd let it be.

She was unable to maintain her distance from him but wouldn't willingly get close either. In doing so, she might ensure she could flee before being wounded once more.

"Alright. Would you consider returning to our bedroom?"