Tyrone reached out his hand and tenderly caressed her cheek. He then leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, taking in her scent. However, he quickly realized that the smell he detected was just alcohol.

“Little drunkard!" Tyrone whispered playfully, pinching Sabrina's nose.

Tyrone felt relieved that Sabrina didn't agree to go to the bar.

Otherwise, he feared that he might have lost control.

The heating was on, and Sabrina was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket. She began to sweat and feel uncomfortable. She groaned and unconsciously tugged on her clothes.