Her tear-soaked cheek stirred a distress in him. It was a dull ache, a feeling of suffocation.

Bradley had admitted to his affection for Sabrina, his feelings of sympathy towards her.

Was this the sentiment Bradley was referring to?

Tyrone tucked Sabrina back under the covers, carefully rose, exited the room, softly shutting the door behind him as he descended the stairs.

Such disconcerting emotions!

The world seemed to hold an indescribable pain.

Like an old wound in the body, it seemed to be a scar from the past, resurfacing with periodic pain. Perplexed by its origin, he had no choice but to bear the discomfort and push forward.

He had never experienced such emotions. Not even during Galilea's assault.

Back then, guilt outweighed sympathy.

He was a Blakely Group intern embroiled in a data leak incident.

Despite being suspected, he knew he would never betray Blakely Group's secrets. The only possible suspect who could have manipulated his computer was Galilea.

He confronted her.

Tears filled Galilea's eyes as she vehemently denied the accusations, unable to prove her innocence.

An argument ensued.

They had quarreled before this incident as well.

He suggested they spend some time apart, to gain clarity about their relationship's future.

However, Galilea was unable to accept this and ran off alone.

That was when the incident happened.

He often found himself questioning whether things would have been different if he had chased after her that day.

But life didn't offer any what ifs.