“Hmm

As he deepened the kiss, Sabrina found herself gasping for air. The sensation, combined with her already tumultuous emotions, left her feeling lightheaded.

Dizziness had already enveloped her, and now a mix of anger and anxiety flooded in. Her thoughts became a jumble, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed.

Seeing her weakened state, Tyrone eased up, pulling back to gauge her condition. Her complexion was ghostly, her breath shallow, her eyes glazed-she was on the verge of passing out.

Alarmed, he swiftly tilted her head, starting CPR to revive her.

Moments later, consciousness returned to Sabrina. Clutching her chest, she coughed violently, gasping for air.

Tyrone gently wrapped her in the quilt, positioned a cushion for support, and whispered, "Eat up, and make sure to take some cold medicine afterward."

Sabrina's response was a flat shake of her head, her gaze distant.

“Either release me or watch me starve to death."

She was determined to resist him to the very end.

With a sardonic grin, Tyrone nodded, “Oh, standing your ground, huh?

Sabrina, you're banking on my affection for you, thinking I couldn't bear to see you hurt?"

Lowering her eyes, Sabrina said, "You don't have to feel sorry for me."

She was well aware he wouldn't let her actually starve.

His recent actions were Likely spurred by seeing something on Trevor's social media feed Last night.

Yet, even if she had no feelings for Trevor, comforting Tyrone wasn't an option—-it would only confuse them.

If being in a relationship with Trevor could be her ticket to freedom from Tyrone, that would be a delightful turn of events.

So livid he couldn't articulate his thoughts, Tyrone stewed silently.

He was acting out, completely unreasonable.

They had been divorced for over a month, and she was in another relationship. Still, he couldn't move on.