"Rarely. Only once."

"Alright." Sabrina continued her meal, eyes focused on her plate.

Observing her cold demeanor, Tyrone inquired, "What's the matter? Don't you trust me?"

"I have no spy cameras at her place, so how could I know?"

Tyrone sidestepped the topic, proposing instead, “How about I prepare a meal for you once every week?"

Because of his busy work, he couldn't commit to cooking daily.

“Your work is the priority." Sabrina regarded him with a complex expression.

Tyrone didn't respond, but he made his decision.

After the meal, Karen took over the kitchen cleanup.

"Do you want to take a walk and digest?" Tyrone proposed.

"Sounds good," Sabrina agreed.

Together, they walked out of the house, their shoulders brushing against each other. They took a casual walk down the cobbled pathway, engaging in light-hearted conversation.

Tyrone took her hand. "I'll be on a business trip to New York soon.

I'll depart on the 38th of September. Would you care to accompany me?"

As for Tyrone, overseas business trips were a quite common.

This was why Sabrina never questioned his yearly business trips every July.

As far as Sabrina was concerned, her work schedule didn't permit any upcoming international travel.

"I've got some work that needs my attention. I might not have the free time."

For the higher-ups, it was typical to be preoccupied with work, even during holidays.

"You can leave it to others."