Tyrone diverted the conversation.

“Will you join me at the party tomorrow evening?" Tyrone proposed.

Silence was Sabrina's response. Rarely did she grace such events anymore. The combination of a demanding job and a distaste for the elite had deterred her.

Deep within, she was just a simple girl.

She remembered the opulence of the previous charity dinner, yet all she retained were memories of the chilling pool water and the bracelet gifted to Galilea.

Sabrina finally responded, "You can bring your assistant."

Gazing at her, Tyrone replied calmly, "In that case, I won't go. I'1L stay with you."

"That's not necessary."

“Why? Don't worry. It's just a casual party."

Sabrina chose to remain silent at his reassurances.

Back home, Sabrina remained in her study until close to midnight before preparing for bed.

As she opened the bathroom door, she froze.

Someone was there.

It was none other than Tyrone.

His usual routine was a late-night finish, so his early appearance was a surprise to Sabrina.

Tyrone seemed freshly showered, clad only in a towel.

His muscular back, broad shoulders, and slim waist were a testament to his impressive physique.

Damp hair accentuated his youthful appearance, a few strands lying carelessly on his forehead.

His shaving routine had begun, evidenced by the foam on his face and the razor in his hand.

He glanced up at the sound of the door.