Sabrina shot him an angry glare and examined her lips in the mirror. It was evident that her lips had undergone a noticeable transformation.

Tyrone's smile widened as he embraced her from behind, resting his chin against her temples. Gazing at their reflection in the mirror, he pointed at her lips and remarked, "It adds to your beauty."

"Release me. I need to return."

"Return? To enjoy Bradley's company, right? Sabrina, I've warned you that you are not suitable for each other..."

Sabrina frowned. "Don't blame me and Bradley. Isn't this how you and Galilea are?"

"That's not the same."

“Really? Why are you here to see Galilea then?" Sabrina shot back.

"I was informed you were visiting Bradley."

The housekeeper had tipped him off.

He planned to take her back, and Galilea's call came at the right time.

Gripping her chin, he turned her face to him, planting another kiss.

His other hand wandered, causing her to melt into him.

Her fingers grazed against his chest, damp with emotion.

Tyrone's lips parted, guiding her into the restroom, discovering an empty stall. "Let me assist you."

"No. Don't do that..." A crimson hue enveloped Sabrina's cheeks.

Things had escalated too quickly.

Doing such a thing in broad daylight and in such a place?

Tyrone, seeing her discomfort, grinned, instructing, “Be silent."

Backed up against the door by Tyrone, his fevered breath cascading down her neck, and his fingers traced her contours.

“But... What about the others... waiting...for us..."