The next room fell silent.

"Despite being adopted by the Blakely family, I never really fit into their class. I prefer to hang out with people like you, ordinary yet special. With you, I don't have to be fearful. I can be just be myself."

While they were eating, Damon managed a forced smile and admitted, "I'm not very observant. I don't really understand what you're saying...

Sabrina fixed her gaze on Damon, blinking seriously, and inquired, "What do you think of me?"

Damon's face momentarily tightened, and he feigned ignorance. "You are quite beautiful," he replied, thinking that any more might earn Tyrone's wrath,

"That's not my question. I want to be your girlfriend. What do you think? Will you agree?" Sabrina asked, tilting her head and bestowing a smile upon Damon.

Clap.

A sound from the next room echoed as something shattered, and a waiter quickly hurried to clean up the mess.

Meanwhile, Damon had no concern for Tyrone's sentiments. His mind was overwhelmed with shock.

Did Sabrina have feelings for him?

How could she possibly be attracted to him?

His hands found their way to his knees, and he sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to regain composure. Looking at Sabrina with a perplexed expression, he asked, "Sabrina, are you serious about this?"

"Of course, why else would I be here alone today?" Sabrina's eyes twinkled as a smile graced her lips.

Gasping for air, Damon pleaded, “Sabrina, please reconsider. I can't fathom why you'd be drawn to me. I just..."

"Do you dislike me because I'm divorced?" Sabrina interjected.

"No, it's not that..."

“In fact, there's no need for concern. Tyrone's not good at sex."

Damon's jaw dropped. "Uh..."

"You doubt me, don't you? At first, I couldn't believe it either.

Tyrone might look strong, but he is absolutely inadequate. Even surgeries and medication didn't help. Throughout our three-year marriage, we never had sex," she said, leaving Damon's mouth agape.