Bradley looked lovingly at Sabrina, confessing, "She used to be my next-door neighbor as a kid. She was always teary-eyed."

"Childhood companions turned lovers? How unexpected. Inform me when you decide to get married."

“Stop teasing us. We're just buddies," Bradley defended, aware of his boundaries considering Sabrina was taken.

"I see. You youngsters have a peculiar way of labelling relationships," chimed in the assistant director.

Tyrone lifted his gaze, his indifference masking the slight frown that creased his brow as he observed Bradley and Sabrina.

He had cautioned her about Bradley's unsuitability.

Was she smitten by him regardless?

“Tyrone. Tyrone?"

"Yes, what was it?" Tyrone snapped back to reality at Galilea's call.

A shadow passed over her eyes as she leaned in, whispering, "Do you think Sabrina and Bradley make a good pair? If you divorce, wouldn't they be well-suited?"

Instantly, Tyrone shook his head. "No. They aren't compatible."

"And how have you come to that conclusion?"

"I'm familiar with their personalities and occupations."

Seeing Tyrone and Galilea in a hushed conversation, a pang of sadness hit Sabrina. She hung her head Low.

The waiter began to serve the feast. The table was soon overflowing with delicacies.

They started to eat.

Bradley offered Sabrina a slice of durian cake, suggesting, "Give this a taste."

"Thanks." She sampled it. "Delicious."

Having savored the durian cake, she moved onto other dishes, with Bradley frequently serving her favorites.

Tyrone's gaze darkened at their connection.