Female Novel
Chapter 236
Chapter: 236
Accusations and taunts of infidelity online didn’t faze him. In his eyes, there was no obligation to justifyhis personal affairs to strangers on the internet.
The event planner seemed to view him as a celebrity, even asking him to partake in amusing activitiesto appease the crowd. But he wasn’t a star, he was the CEO of Blakely Group.
To participate in two frivolous games with the women he was recently linked to was far from his usualdemeanor.
His patience and respect for Sabrina were apparent as he managed to keep his irritation at bay duringthese onstage interactions.
Sabrina could only imagine his anger.
Regardless, confrontation was inevitable. Resolved, Sabrina boarded the elevator to the undergroundgarage and made her way to Tyrone’s location.
“Tyrone, would you dine with me tonight? It’s been a while and I finally got some time off from theshoot.”
At the corner, Sabrina caught a glimpse of Galilea’s voice and came to a halt.
“You should head home. There are prying eyes tonight,” Tyrone replied.
“But…”
“Listen, Galilea. I promised Grandpa that I would maintain a cordial relationship with Sabrina for awhile. It’s best if we limit our contact, especially with the possibility of the press capturing it and
Grandpa learning of it. He doesn’t need any more shocks.”
Galilea began to weep. “I understand your concern for your grandpa. But what if you fall for Sabrina?What if you stop Loving me? I can’t lose you, Tyrone.”
“Didn’t you always feel indebted to Sabrina and regretted returning? If it comes to that, I will arrange foryou to live abroad, free of worries.” @
Galilea’s expression froze.novelbin
Sabrina almost chuckled. The irony was too sweet.
Galilea had been masquerading as vulnerable and kind-hearted before
Tyrone, only to now taste her own medicine.
“Tyrone, I can’t live without you. Don’t cast me aside. I know I owe Sabrina, but the thought of lifewithout you is unbearable. Night after night, I dream of being forced into a rickety minibus and trappedin a small, dim room. Those men…”
Galilea’s voice trailed off as she buried herself into Tyrone’s embrace, sobbing.
In a softened voice, Tyrone reassured her, “That’s all in the past now.
Try not to dwell on it. I’ll have your agent take you to your therapist.”
Sabrina’s frown deepened.
Tyrone’s words implied these things not mere fabrications.
Could this be what caused Galilea’s illness?