Female Novel
Chapter 1002
It occurred to Galilea that Tyrone had been very quiet when she had just been rescued. He neverbroached the subject of their separation again.
Back then, she discerned Tyrone’s melancholy, guilt, ennui and sleeplessness. Even so, he hadabstained from smoking.
As the son of the Blakely family, Tyrone exemplified a diligent scholar. His relentless commitment to hisstudies bore copious fruits during his university years.
Galilea, once brimming with self-assurance, found herself grappling with rejection when she pursuedTyrone, a man who defied the stereotype of privileged youths.
He ardently pursued his own aspirations and clung tenaciously to his principles.
She had believed in his unwavering integrity.
Yet, to her astonishment, it was Sabrina who had effortlessly shattered his resolve.
Tyrone delicately extinguished the cigarette, its ember finding solace in the ashtray. As he raised hisarm, the sinews on his shoulder artfully accentuated his muscular physique. “To testify. You may stateyour terms.”
Upon receiving Tyrone’s call, Galilea swiftly surmised his intent. An irksome blend of anger andjealousy welled up within her.
She gazed at Tyrone and suddenly erupted into laughter. “Tyrone, I’m torn between lauding yourpersistence or deeming you utterly foolish!”
Tyrone had accepted the reality of Sabrina’s having given birth to a child. Moreover, he still soughtcloseness despite Sabrina’s chilly reception.
Only two days had elapsed since Sabrina assumed the role of her assistant, yet he had already cometo her to negotiate for the sake of Sabrina.
How had Sabrina managed to capture his affection?
Tyrone responded with composure, “Think as you please. Let’s dispense with the pleasantries. Nameyour terms.”
“What if I refuse and have no conditions?” Galilea arched an eyebrow. “You don’t have that choice.”
Tyrone’s words carried an undeviating flatness, yet there lingered an undeniable air of coercion.
Elton held no regard for Galilea, making it effortless for Tyrone to cast Galilea out from the realm ofentertainment.
Galilea clasped the straps of her handbag tightly, directing her gaze toward Tyrone as her wordsunderwent a transformation. “Very well, I can testify. My condition is that you marry me. How do youfind that proposition?”
“Absolutely not,” Tyrone retorted with unwavering determination. Observing his frigid countenance,Galilea offered a bitter smile. “Your response is remarkably decisive.”
She had once posed the same question to him.
Back then, she lay on the bed, holding him in her embrace as she implored, “Tyrone, will you marryme?”
“Okay.” He had responded with unequivocal resolve, as unyielding as today.novelbin