He was wary of her, keeping Evelyn as a counterweight.

His trust was completely absent. He didn't believe she wouldn't oppose Galilea.

"Propose something else."

"No need."

He could not offer what she truly desired.

Tyrone simply observed her, falling into silence.

As their lunchtime drew to a close, Tyrone remarked, "Grandpa and Grandma invited us for dinner at their place tonight."

Sabrina responded with a nod. "Understood."

Maybe the news triggered this. Tyrone had just returned from his business trip and Cesar took this opportunity to invite him.

After lunch, Sabrina thanked him. "I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Blakely. I've finished eating."

Glancing at his watch, Tyrone suggested, "There's still some time before work hours. Why don't you go to my lounge and take a rest?"

Sabrina pondered briefly, then agreed. "Sure."

Lying down was always more restful than sitting.

She made her way into the lounge.

The lounge was spacious, comparable to a bedroom, fully furnished.

She kicked off her shoes, climbed into the bed, and snuggled under the quilt. Originally, she planned for a quick nap, but she dozed off soundly.

Awakening, she grabbed her phone from beside the pillow and checked the time. Surprisingly, it was already three in the afternoon.

She climbed out of bed, yawning and stretching. After slipping her shoes back on, she emerged from the lounge. "Why didn't you wake me?"

Only then did she spot Kylan.

Seeing Sabrina exit Tyrone's lounge, Kylan acted as if he hadn't noticed.

The real nature of Sabrina and Tyrone's relationship was known only to him within the company.

These high-ranking CEOs often maintained affairs even after marriage.

He had presumed Tyrone to be different, but apparently, he was no exception.

Yet, as his employee, it wasn't his place to comment.

"You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to disturb," Tyrone said.