From Bradley's perspective, her eyelashes were long and thick, fluttering like gentle shadows. Her skin was pale, reminiscent of a freshly peeled egg, fine hair visible upon it.

“It's done," she announced, holding Bradley's wrist and giving it a slight shake. “Is it comfortable?"

Bradley glanced at his wrist, smiling in satisfaction. “Perfect. I won't take it off!"

Sabrina's smile chilled, and she felt a sudden coldness creeping down her spine.

Was Tyrone nearby?

No, impossible!

A quick scan of the room confirmed his absence.

It must have been her imagination.

On the coffee shop's second floor, across from the restaurant, Tyrone gazed at Bradley with a grim expression.

Why was Bradley there?

He had no intention of backing down!

Soon, Tyrone's eyes widened as he saw Sabrina pull out a box and hand it to Bradley.

His eyes fixed on the gift box, disbelief washing over him; he recognized it as the men's watch that Sabrina had purchased the previous day.

So, it was a gift for Bradley!

She had known Bradley would be there that day.

Had they arranged a meeting?

Why had she chosen to gift Bradley?

And Bradley had reciprocated with a present of his own. Such a connection they had!

Tyrone's fists clenched, his knuckles popping.

So, this was why Sabrina had been pushing him away. She had feared he might catch her with Bradley.