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“Wait…”
As Galilea prepared to speak, the officer interjected, “Oh, Miss
Chavez, there’s someone waiting for you outside.”
“Someone is waiting for me?” Sabrina inquired as she proceeded toward the exit.
Who could possibly have come to the Law enforcement station to see her? Entering the
hallway, Sabrina surveyed her surroundings
There, beside the door, stood a tall and robust figure, hands clasped discreetly behind his
back.
Dressed in a black overcoat, suit trousers and meticulously crafted leather shoes, his
shoulders were broad and his appearance immaculate. Suppressing a smile, Sabrina
focused her gaze on the back of his head. Each individual possessed their own
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtidiosyncrasies, herself included. In truth, Sabrina harbored a particular fondness for the
back of Tyrone’s head and neck.
Contemporary fashion had led many young men to allow their hair to grow slightly longer,
forming a tuft at the nape of their necks.
Sabrina held an aversion to this style, especially during the winter months when layers of
clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance it conferred upon boys was far from
appealing.
Tyrone, in contrast, maintained a frequent grooming regimen for his hair, ensuring the
nape of his neck remained perpetually smooth, save for a trace of stubble. Sometimes,
the sensation of his closely cropped hair grazing her fingertips would evoke a gentle
prickle.
Particularly when they reclined upon the bed, her fingers would explore the contours of his
neck, venturing into the touch of his hair. It always stirred a subtle sensation within her.
Upon the faint sound of approaching footsteps, Tyrone swiveled his head to face her.
Drawing near, Sabrina inquired, “How did you know I was here?”
“Galilea wished to meet you. I assumed you’d come,” Tyrone replied.
Arching her eyebrows, Sabrina questioned, “So, you were aware that Galilea intended to
engage me in negotiations? Are you concerned I might unearth some undisclosed truth?”
Tyrone met her gaze and posed a counter-question, “What do you now know?”
Sabrina tilted her gaze upward, a subtle curl gracing her lips. “She disclosed that she
possesses some leverage over me and you granted her freedom on account of me. What
are your thoughts on this, Tyrone?”
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“Do you believe that?” Tyrone inquired. The truth was, ever since her conversation with
Kylan that day, Sabrina had believed that story. She had embarked on testing Tyrone later
that day solely to reaffirm her convictions.
What Galilea had divulged today only fortified her belief that it was her own connection
with Tyrone that prompted his decision to release Galilea.
Sabrina found herself in a state of perplexity.
It now appeared that Tyrone’s affections were unequivocally directed toward her, not
Galilea.
She had, in retrospect, misunderstood Tyrone’s intentions.
Merely two nights prior, she had cast doubts upon his motives, even branding him with
unflattering labels and urging him to keep his distance.
Sabrina averted her gaze, her eyes Lowering as she remarked, “I won’t be convinced until
I uncover what on earth Galilea knew about me
What concealed secret could compel Tyrone to overlook his grandfather’s passing and
release Galilea?
Curiosity welled within Sabrina.
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