Chapter: 163
A full-on grin spread across Wanda’s face. “Tyrone loves his wife.
Perhaps we’ll be expecting a little one soon.”
At their words, Sabrina’s cheeks turned a rosy shade.
Ever since Cesar had been struck down by illness, Tyrone had remained by her side in the ward. They shared a bed, night and
day, as though they had journeyed back to their simpler days.
There was no interference from Galilea, no divorce papers looming over their heads.
They were just a regular couple, steeped in harmony.
Tyrone couldn’t help but smile at the blush on Sabrina’s cheeks.
“Enough now. Look, Sabrina’s blushing. She’s always had a soft spot for sweets.” Cesar’s words were accompanied by a gentle
smile.
A remedy for the sourness in her life, sweet food became her solace.
Over time, it had evolved into a habit.
“Grandpa, stop teasing me.”
After tasting the cake, Sabrina stood and discarded the wrapper.
As she stumbled, falling forward, Tyrone was there in an instant, steadying her with a firm grip on her waist. Their eyes locked.
“Easy there.”
Regaining her balance with the help of Tyrone’s shoulder, Sabrina apologized, “I’m sorry. My sight got fuzzy for a moment.”
Her vision hadn’t fully recovered yet.
Tyrone guided her to sit on the couch, his concern evident. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“My knee hit the edge of the table.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Tyrone knelt in front of the couch.
“Which one?”
“The left.”
Carefully lifting her dress, Tyrone found a bruise marring her previously unblemished knee.
When Tyrone tried to gently press the bruise, Sabrina stopped him.
“Don’t; it hurts.”
Standing up, Tyrone looked at her. “Stay put. I’ll fetch some ointment.”