She knew this was the right decision.

"Agreed."

Tyrone's faint smile concealed his sorrow.

Sabrina drank a few more glasses and appeared slightly drunk.

Feeling a twinge of dizziness, she set the glass aside, rubbing her forehead. "I must leave now."

As she stood, dizziness overcame her, and she hastily steadied herself with her hands on the table.

Tyrone immediately supported her. As he drew close, he inhaled the familiar scent of her hair. "I'll drive you back."

“No need."

“Worried I might try something?"

"Would you?" Sabrina's dizziness and a blush provoked her sudden inquiry.

Tyrone, momentarily stunned, remained silent.

Sabrina then exited, rubbing her head.

After settling the bill swiftly, Tyrone followed Sabrina and escorted her from the restaurant.

“Sabrina, you are drunk. Allow me to drive you."

Sabrina, aware of her incapacity to return to the hotel alone, conceded. Tyrone guided her to the back seat.

He then started the car, glancing at Sabrina through the rearview mirror. “If you feel tired, rest."

"Alright," Sabrina leaned back, replying in a lazy tone.

After the winter wine's warmth spread through her, she felt relaxed and snug.

Though initially lively, Sabrina grew drowsy as she gazed out the window. Her eyes closed, and sleep soon overtook her.

When Tyrone parked, Sabrina was already asleep.