Female Novel
Chapter 1127
Their dinner comprised a serving of noodles, much to Tyrone’s chagrin, as his typically handsomecountenance contorted with discomfort.
How could something as simple as noodles taste so unpalatable?
In that moment, Tyrone even found himself contemplating that perhaps mutton was a more agreeableoption.
Post-dinner, they embarked on a leisurely stroll through the bustling streets.
“Are you heading back?” Tyrone inquired.
Sabrina shook her head, her gaze resting upon him as she beamed, “I have a yearning to go to thebar.”
After a contemplative pause, he responded, “Indulging in nighttime drinks isn’t advisable.”
“If you don’t, then I will.”
Be it due to concern for Sabrina’s well-being or his own health, he could not partake in the consumptionof alcohol.
Noticing his continued silence, Sabrina huffed in frustration.
“If you won’t come, I shall go on my own!
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the basement bar within the confines of the club, carefullyselecting a booth in which to take their seats.
Sabrina delicately savored a sip of her chosen wine, while a steaming glass of hot water awaitedTyrone at his place setting.
The ambiance of the bar was bathed in dim, sultry lighting, with kaleidoscopic beams emanating fromthe dance floor. On the stage, a spirited rock vocalist poured his heart into his performance, captivatinga throng of enraptured onlookers.
Rock and roll failed to resonate with Sabrina’s sensibilities, her musical inclinations leaning towardnostalgic melodies of yore.
An inspired notion seized her, prompting her to gently nudge Tyrone’s arm. Curious, Tyrone inquired,“What’s on your mind?”
“Take to the stage and grace us with a song,” she proposed with a glint of mischief in her eye.
Tyrone momentarily froze, disbelief etched on his countenance. Recognizing her sincerity, he replied,“I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s generally not permitted for regular patrons to ascend the stage…”
“Are you truly a run-of-the-mill guest? If memory serves me right, this establishment is under Tyson’sproprietorship,” she remarked, arching an eyebrow.
Tyrone found himself grappling for a response, taken aback by her astute recollection.
In the midst of Tyrone’s phone call, Tyson was engrossed in a card game with his friend.novelbin
Upon glimpsing the caller ID, Tyson silenced his poker companion and answered the call, “Hello,Tyrone, what’s up?”
Tyrone’s explanation was succinct, leaving Tyson puzzled as he mused aloud, “It’s rather peculiar. Whythe sudden desire to take the stage and sing?’
“Cut the crap “Very well, I’ll contact them immediately.”
Tyson concluded the call.
“Tyrone? He wants to sing on stage?”
“That’s correct,” Tyson affirmed, dialing a number to make the arrangements.
“It’s rather out of character for him. What’s prompting this desire to perform on the bar’s stage?” Theman expressed his surprise.
Eddie curled his lip in derision, “What other motives could there possibly be
Naturally, it revolved around Sabrina!
Eddie couldn’t help but observe the profound transformation that had overtaken Tyrone in the last sixmonths. Tyrone was smitten with Sabrina to the point of overlooking Galilea’s detainment. How couldGalilea conspire with Rowell? He refused to believe that.