Sabrina glared at him coldly.

Beneath the table, he only intensified his actions, moving higher up her leg.

When did she miss how devious Tyrone could be?

After enduring the torture, lunch finally concluded.

The other four were heading back to the film set.

Galilea, with a grip on Tyrone's sleeve, was hesitant to part ways.

Tyrone ushered Galilea into the car

Leaning against the car door, Galilea sneaked a glance at Sabrina, suggesting, “Tyrone, my birthday's coming up. I'd like to throw a party..."

The words left Tyrone stunned.

A mental image of Sabrina accusing him, her eyes burning with fiery red, came to his mind.

She stated, "You cherish her to the extent of commemorating her even on our anniversary. Why didn't you simply hang around until she decided to come back to you, if you Loved her so deeply? Why did you make me your wife? I didn't have to marry you. Why did you treat me in such a manner?"

“I had other commitments on that day. You could opt for a day before or after," Tyrone responded indifferently, extending his hand to adjust his tie.

Galilea felt a jolt in her heart.

He had another engagement on that day.

The implications were obvious.

With a forced smile, she playfully held his arm. “What other engagements do you have? Can't you postpone them? You've not celebrated my birthday in quite some time."

"I apologize."

"Tyrone, it's my first birthday since my return to the country. I wish to celebrate it with you."

“Be good," Tyrone said in a low voice.

Galilea's smile stiffened.