Being close to someone without genuine affection was quite the challenge.
If Tyrone truly didn’t harbor feelings for Galilea as he professed, then why would he
embrace her?
Was this just the nature of all men?
And why had Tyrone entered her mind once again?
Caught in her reverie, Sabrina barely felt the gentle touch of Trevor’s lips on her face.
Sensing her unease, Trevor’s peck was fleeting, like a butterfly’s touch, easing the tension
building inside her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe blinked back to the present, took a steadying breath, and placed the bouquet at the
table’s edge.
“Thank you all for bearing witness and for the good wishes. If you’d like a slice of cake,
please help yourselves,” Trevor said.
The cake was a work of art, decorated with creamy lace, crowned with fruits, and inscribed
with “I love you” in white chocolate.
Carving out the three words “I love you,” Trevor placed a generous slice on a plate and
offered it to Sabrina.
“Thanks.”
“Sabrina, there’s no need for formalities,” Trevor responded.
“It’s just… this is all so new to me.”
Taking charge, Trevor sliced up more of the cake, personally handing out pieces to eager
children.
A steady stream of people approached to claim a piece.
Sabrina lowered her head and tasted the cake.
She absentmindedly scooped up a piece and took a bite, her mind already wandering
elsewhere.
The fact that Trevor proclaimed his feelings for her caught her off guard.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut, this newfound relationship could offer a plausible reason for her to dig deeper into
matters concerning the Faulkner family.
She came to understand that throughout Trevor’s younger years, Zeke had kept certain
truths hidden. Trevor’s unwavering faith in his father meant that any direct questions
might yield answers shaped by Zeke’s narrative.
Navigating this situation, she had to tread lightly, devising a way to coax valuable insights
out of Trevor without making him suspect anything.
Regrettably, her deceptions took a toll. As Trevor’s affection for her deepened, she felt the
weight of inevitable disappointment. The quandary of addressing the issue hung over her
like a cloud.