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As it neared his Lips, the robust fragrance of mutton enveloped him.
He mustered his resolve, took a deliberate bite and, with closed eyes, savored every
moment before swallowing.
With a keen eye on his reaction, Sabrina asked, “How does it taste? Good?”
Judging from his expression, Sabrina couldn’t make out how he felt.
Tyrone responded with a stoic expression, “It’s decent.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“If it doesn’t please your palate, there’s no need to force yourself,”
Sabrina offered kindly.
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However, Tyrone found himself oddly perturbed by her words.
Having finished the first piece, he picked up another morsel.
Midway through their meal, Sabrina gently pursed her lips, her eyes fixed on Tyrone.
“Tyrone.”
“Yes?” Tyrone Looked up, his curiosity piqued.
“Thank you,” Sabrina expressed sincerely.
Tyrone questioned, “For what?”
“Despite your negotiations with Galilea, withholding the truth from me, depriving me of
my right to know, I still wish to extend my gratitude,”
Sabrina confessed.
Tyrone was taken aback, his gaze falling to the table.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had concealed her true identity, believing it to be in her best interest. Yet, his own
hidden motive was to shield her from the painful truth about the child she gave birth to, a
child fathered by the man she had loved deeply.
He feared that if she remembered, she might leave.
He convinced himself that keeping this secret was the best course of action, even if it
meant carrying this burden forever, rather than risking her discovering the whereabouts of
her child.
Time would tell.
Tyrone redirected the conversation with a gracious smile, saying,
“Didn’t you just mention the possibility that there might not be any secrets? Do you now
place faith in my words once more?”
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