"No, but you're coming to see me, right? You wouldn't mind the detour, would you?"

“Of course not!" Bradley replied, a helpless smile tingeing his voice.

By the time he arrived, it was nearly noon.

Upon confirming with the guard, he was allowed entry.

With assistance from the housekeeper, Sabrina had already made her way down and was awaiting his arrival in the living room.

Bradley located the villa based on Sabrina's instructions.

Entering, he commented, "Property prices must be steep here, eh?"

Returning his remark with a warm smile, she countered, "You're a celebrity. I reckon you could easily afford a place here, right?"

"Not really. But I'd Like to see how the Blakely family treats you. If they aren't good to you, you're always welcome to stay with me and my parents," Bradley said half—jokingly and half-seriously.

At that moment, the housekeeper appeared from the kitchen. "Miss, what would you two Like for Lunch?"

Sabrina asked the housekeeper to change her address of her.

She prepared to divorce Tyrone. None of her friends were aware of their marriage, so she wanted to keep it a secret from Bradley, too.

After the divorce, she envisioned the villa becoming solely hers, and she eagerly anticipated the opportunity to invite her friends over.

Sabrina requested her preferred dishes, turning to Bradley. “What do you Like to eat? Just say it."

"Alright." Bradley then asked for some of his favorite dishes.

The housekeeper retreated into the kitchen while Sabrina demanded coldly, "Hand over the cupcakes you bought."

"Okay."

Bradley had brought along a bunch of gifts. It took him two trips from his car to deliver all of them. Though the gifts were nothing extraordinary, they were tokens of goodwill from his parents.

"Place them here in the living room. The housekeeper will arrange them after Lunch," Sabrina directed.

Bradley complied.

The two of them spent Lunch in cheerful conversation, reminiscing about their childhood days, often breaking into fits of Laughter

By one in the afternoon, Bradley departed.

Retreating to her bedroom, Sabrina sought the comfort of sleep.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Tyrone returned from his day's work, heading for the kitchen. Pouring a glass of water, he noticed presents casually strewn in a kitchen corner. His curiosity sparked. "Did we have a visitor today?"

In a straightforward manner, the housekeeper responded, "A friend of Mrs. Blakely stopped by."