"Is it that urgent? Can't it wait?" Sabrina asked.

"No, it can't," Tyrone responded, apology in his voice. “Every minute delayed could mean a loss of tens of millions of dollars."

For a moment, Tyrone wished Sabrina was a woman attracted by wealth.

Then, his fortune would be enough to make her stay.

But that wasn't her.

But then, if she was such a woman, perhaps he would not have fallen for her.

Sabrina bowed her head in thought for a moment. "Then let's proceed this afternoon. Do you know when you'll be free later?"

"I can't say for sure." Tyrone's response was vague.

"Then head to the office. I'll wait for you in the coffee shop downstairs."

“Are you sure you want to wait for me?”

Tyrone had the urge to offer Sabrina a Lift home, but considering it would take roughly the same time as driving to the courthouse, he swallowed his words.

“Well, I'm not particularly busy.”

"Alright." Tyrone’s Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. It was a heart-wrenching feeling, seeing Sabrina's determination to divorce him.

He was the one who initiated the divorce, yet now he was having second thoughts.

He dropped Sabrina off at the coffee shop just opposite the Blakely Group's headquarters, hesitating before he suggested, “It's nearly lunchtime. Perhaps you might Like to join me at the office and relax in the lounge?"

Sabrina shook her head. "No. I resigned. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to return to the company."

A shadow crossed Tyrone's eyes.

Their marriage was public knowledge, yet she didn't want to be seen publicly with him anymore.

He yearned for the times they had together, jogging, having breakfast, and heading to work as one.

"Understood." He ordered a coffee and dessert for Sabrina, lingered on her image for a moment, then reluctantly walked away.