If she didn't want to dream of him, then who did she want to dream of?

Bradley? Or Trevor? Or the man who had a baby with her?

A surge of anger coursed through Tyrone, his jaw clenching tightly. As he noticed Sabrina about to say something further, he leaned down, kissing her lips in a passionate, almost rough kiss.

A soft moan escaped Sabrina's lips in response.

The heated exchange of breath between them only stoked the flames of her inner heat, with her fingers clumsily tugging at her clothes in a bid for relief from the escalating temperature.

In their entanglement, her collar was drawn down, revealing the contours of her breasts in a tantalizing unveiling.

Tyrone's eyes were bloodshot. The memories of their past sexual encounters flooded his mind. He could no longer control himself.

He kissed Sabrina's temple and sensually Licked her sensitive earlobes, causing her to groan and tremble.

Tyrone then trailed kisses down her neck, collarbone, and chest, gradually lifting her clothes.

Feeling uncomfortable, Sabrina murmured, "Ellen, don't bite me."

Tyrone stiffened, raised his head, and asked in a low voice, "Who is Ellen?"

Ellen seemed to be a girl's name.

Tyrone was sure that Sabrina didn't have any friends by that name.

As he replayed the recent scene in his mind, Tyrone couldn't help but suspect that Ellen might be the child Sabrina had given birth to.

Sabrina didn't respond. She was peacefully asleep, her lips slightly pouting.

Determined not to give up, Tyrone leaned closer and whispered into her ear, "Sabrina, who is Ellen?"

"Who is Ellen?" Sabrina mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"Yes, Sabrina. Who is Ellen?"

"Ellen is—"

Suddenly, Sabrina clutched her forehead and curled up. Her face contorted in pain. Impatience laced her voice as she groaned, "My head! It hurts!"