Tyrone felt a leap in his heart as he met her steady gaze, his thoughts scattering, leaving him momentarily at a loss.

"Sabrina. . he stammered, guilt in his voice. His thumb rubbed unconsciously against his sleeve as he nervously awaited her judgment.

With her arms crossed, Sabrina elegantly lifted the bead curtain with one hand, taking a few unhurried steps forward. She scrutinized Tyrone and asked, “Here on business, are you? Conveniently dining with a client?"

Tyrone's lips tightened. "So, you've figured it out?"

Did she intentionally say those words just now?