Sabrina's hand clamped over Tyrone's mouth, his eyes twinkling with a playful smile as he fell silent.

With a slow exhale and a soft blush on her cheeks, Sabrina peered at Tyrone, her relief evident. “I'LL release you now, but don't utter any more foolishness," she warned.

A smile was Tyrone's only response, causing Sabrina's brow to furrow.

As she prepared to speak, a sudden wet sensation on her hand caught her off guard.

"Ugh!" she exclaimed, hastily withdrawing her hand and wiping it, her expression one of repulsion. "Tyrone, that's disgusting!"

But Tyrone only shrugged, his voice cool. "How? You initiated the touch. Haven't I felt your entire body before? Like that time in the ward..."

“Shut up. Shut up! Shut up!" Sabrina cut him off, her face flushed, her ears burning.

His shamelessness knew no bounds. How could he say those words?

She resented her sharp memory, for at the mention of ward, the scene sprang vividly to mind.

"You remember that time, don't you?" Tyrone's voice dropped to a tempting murmur.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Sabrina shot back in a voice as loud as a startled cat. Her ears blushed an even deeper shade, radiating heat.

Tyrone's laughter resonated, deep and confident.

He looked certain she was lying, causing a chill to run down Sabrina's spine.

Fearing further indecent words, Sabrina's expression tightened. "Keep this up, and I'll press charges for sexual harassment!"

"Alright, I'LL stop," Tyrone conceded, grasping her sleeve. "You've hardly eaten dinner. Let's sit and eat. You'll surely enjoy it.”

His subject change was so swift, Sabrina barely kept up.

She'd tried the food and found it delicious, but she wasn't keen on having dinner with Tyrone.

Their interactions should remain minimal.

“What? You refuse to dine with me now, after the divorce? Wish to sever ties with the Blakely family? Grandma worries about you..."

Tyrone's disappointment was tinged with desperation, even invoking his family.