She looked up at Tyrone, who continued, "I'm so scared, Sabrina.

Terrified that you'll fall for Damon and demand to be with him. That you'll abandon me entirely, Leaving me no opportunity to win you back.

I live in fear every day. So when I saw Bradley embracing you that day, I was compelled to leave my car to see you. I'm really scared you'll become someone else's wife, and I'1l become a mere nobody to you.”

Tyrone's eyes were as dark as a winter night in Mathias, his voice heavy with emotion. He seemed as though he was truly in love with her.

But how could that be?

Perhaps Tyrone's acting had improved. If he pursued a career in entertainment, he might win awards.

But Sabrina wouldn't be deceived again.

"We're divorced," she began, only to be interrupted by Tyrone.

"I know. I'm so afraid because we got divorced. I'm not demanding that you remarry me, Sabrina. I'm merely expressing my love."

Sabrina cast her eyes downward, then changed the subject, saying, "Well, let's discuss this later. Let's enjoy our dinner now.”

Tyrone then offered a piece of salmon to Sabrina, and they both engaged in small talk about their meal. Their conversation seemed harmonious, avoiding the earlier topic.

Midway through dinner, Tyrone asked, "How did you know I'm friends with Damon?"

Sabrina responded casually, “He nodded when we first met. I don't know him personally."

Then, a realization dawned on her. She looked at Tyrone, asking, "Are you the new owner of the aurora tourist group?"

"Yes," Tyrone admitted, his tone filled with concern. "I was worried the regular bus would be too cold for you. You haven't fully recovered."

Sabrina's eyes flashed with complexity as she Lowered her head. "Thank you," she murmured, touched by Tyrone's thoughtfulness but resolved to remain strong.

Whatever Tyrone's intentions might be, Sabrina had no intention of marrying him again.

Maybe she still held affection for him, but it wasn't a priority. She intended to focus on other matters.

"No need for thanks. Even in divorce, I feel compelled to care for you."

Sabrina shook her head gently, her voice firm. “Tyrone, I don't need your care. You can leave tomorrow. I don't want anyone prying into my life, exposing my secrets. It's not good for you to stay. Your work, family, and grandma are waiting for you."