“If you want to spend more time with me, you can keep refusing me,”

Tyrone said, his face emotionless.

Sabrina's cold stare was her only response.

Reluctantly, she placed a box of cotton swabs on the table, and sat beside Tyrone, raising her dress to her knees.

Her flawless calves were marred with bruises, including a mark where a high-heeled shoe seemed to have stepped, breaking the skin.