Her eyes remained locked on Blayze as she sipped.

She wanted to gauge his reaction.

A soft chuckle escaped Blayze.

In her inebriation, Sabrina had transformed from her sober self into something undeniably endearing and whimsical.

Having consumed half her glass, Sabrina drew a deep breath, lowered her head and raised her hand to furrow her brow.

Assured that he wouldn’t intercede, Sabrina refilled her glass and continued drinking.

Blayze resumed his seat opposite her, his inquiry gentle yet laden with concern.

you drinking? Is there

a wry smile. She raised her gaze to meet his and uttered softly, “Tyrone, don’t

to

an affair with Galilea. How could he possibly

hesitated and finally spoke, his voice tinged

cause you

lowered her glass, fixing her gaze upon the tabletop. Her silence persisted for what felt like an eternity, and then, in a trembling,

the weight of

in her eyes, quivering precariously before crystallizing on her lower

fluttered, releasing tears that trickled onto the table. Blayze’s heart skipped a

was abundantly clear she held a deep

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