Sabrina sat down in the coffee shop, sipping her coffee.

About thirty minutes Later, a delivery person appeared, food in hand.

He called out, "Is there a Ms. Chavez here? Your husband ordered takeout for you!"

The customers in the cafe glanced at the delivery person, then exchanged looks.

Upon hearing her name, Sabrina got up, walked to the entrance, and accepted the takeout. "That's me. Thank you."

The delivery person gave her a quick once-over before handing her the takeout. "Enjoy your meal."

Sabrina returned to her seat and unwrapped her meal.

She often lunched with Tyrone at the office. He knew her preferences well and had ordered her favorite dishes.

The onlookers watched Sabrina return to her seat, then turned their attention elsewhere.

Some just sipped their coffees and nibbled on their desserts. Others started to whisper among themselves.

Given that they were situated directly across from the Blakely Group building, it was inevitable that some customers knew Sabrina and Tyrone's story.

Despite the curious glances, Sabrina remained unaffected.

In the Blakely Group building, the chairman's office was more spacious and well-lit than the CEO's. It had a large French window overlooking the street, offering an almost panoramic view of the cityscape.

Naturally, it provided a clear view of the cafe across the street Because the office was so high, Tyrone used a telescope.

He watched Sabrina finish her meal and patiently wait in the cafe.

An unspeakable anxiety bubbled up in Tyrone's heart.

What should he do?

He chuckled bitterly.

He had offered to set her free.

Yet now, he found it challenging to divorce her.